Short Fiction

The Conclusion

I stay small in the shadows, I don’t want you to see me this way, I don’t want to be here.

The creeping ends and begins with momma.

She was hanging in the tree, her dress was flowing and the sun made bright red, orange and purple streaks behind her head deep into the sky. She’d swung there for a long time. I sat and watched from below until they came had to take me away from the tree, had to drag me by my arms and legs. The moonlight shone on them in a single beam. I watched them from the window, pull her down. They yanked her by her foot until she swung hard and fell. I heard the cracking and saw her head turned around, something I tried to do but couldn’t. I had only seen it on TV, a head turned like that. Her feet were black and her eyes bulged more than usual. The moonlight faded.

“Get away from that winda, ya hear.” Grandma yelled, and whipped the broom upside my head. Grandma couldn’t take care of us, so this lady came to take me to a new home. I had six new homes before I was able to be alone.

The first home was OK. It was full of kids like me. Three to a room, bunkbeds and a single twin. No dressers, just a closet.

The house mother would say, “This is short-term, lil’ girl. No long stays.”

The second house was an old couple. Their house smelled like chicken soup, all the time, and they had three cats and a goat. They were nice people. Nothing weird or special, just liked to get the paychecks. The goat stayed outside in the front yard. Old Man said it was for keeping the lawn trimmed, he was too old to mow the yard. When the goat died, he got a hand push mower, and gave it me. I had fun with it, I made circles and patches all over the place. Old Man didn’t think it was so funny.

The next house was alright too.

It was the last house… it was the bad one.

It was really bad, I don’t talk about it. Don’t like to think about it, but it was the first time I killed a man. He was coming into the room, and the lock wouldn’t stop him, he reach for me and I bit him. He smacked me hard to the ground. Everything around me went black, and my ears rang. I could feel his hand pull up on my thighs. I felt the ground around me. The pen cradled itself into my fingers. I stabbed his eyes out and kicked his nose in with the ball of my heel.

House number five, I had seven brothers. Fighting them off me had it’s rewards.

I went for an evaluation, before trial. I guess they haven’t had any conclusions, because, I’m still here. I don’t know how long, but I seen the snow now a couple of times. I think about being able to go out in the snow, walk under it, open my mouth and let it hit my tongue. Feel it melt on my cheeks. I want to lay and make snow angels, feel the cold against my ears, numb out the noise.

They got into a circle around me once, and they sang to me. The lady in the white coat told me to make a wish and blew out the flame rising from a frosted single cake, wrapped in colored paper. Chocolate. My favorite. I wished for a black and shiny handled rod. The little red light is on and when it turns green, it’s ready. The cord coming from it tangles in circles and loops into knots.

I ripped apart the pretty paper around the box. Pencils in a package, all different colors. I took one from the cellophane, turned to the lady in the coat. She smiled at me and asked if I wanted to draw. I lurched the pencil forward and drove it through soft white of her eyeball. After the party they moved me into a different room. I have not eaten frosted cake since then.

Maybe that made the conclusion come, and it said that I shall remain in the white room, with the white bed, with the white sheets—stained with red dots.

I finally got a visitor; the sister I had at the last house, the bad house. She was there when I killed that man. Her dad. She watched. They took her to a hospital when they found us. The neighbor had heard the bad man screaming and called the authorities.

I asked her to come back, she did. I asked her to bring me what I had wished for. When the nurses found me I had 29 burns—under my arms, around my breasts, and inside my thighs.

I no longer lay alone. The little one-eye box sees me everyday, red blinking light. Blinking, blinking, doesn’t stop. Fixed above the barred window.
The nurse comes to give me the pills now. Now, Now, I look past her. Now I fall. I can see my escape right beyond my reach.

Can the moon shine bright in the alleyway behind the zig-zag stairs, will it shine a path for me to walk on, will it wind around the trees in the park and ask for a coat when it snows. Do the zig-zag stairs come down and let the little lady go. On the way will I pass a face that I will recognize? In the twisting of my interior course, will the wind blow, will the wind blow?

Upon the Hour


Natasha laid on a red velvet couch smoking a cigarette her friend Ashton sat opposite of her on a matching couch. Ashton’s computer sat upon her lap. Natasha was blowing smoke rings into the air and poking her finger through them. Ashton looked up from her computer, “would you please open a window?” Ashton held her shoulder length hair up in a messy bun and a scarf wrapped around her head. She was beautiful, flawless skin and soft bone structure made her look younger than she was. “I don’t mind you smoking in here, but I cant stand the smell. Light that candle over there, fuck, light ‘em all.”

“OK bossy.” Natasha got up and opened a small window over the sink in the very small kitchen. She put the smoke in an ashtray on the table, pulled a box of matches form a kitchen drawer and lit four candles sitting on the table, she also moved through the apartment and lit several more candles. “How’s that for ya.”

“Thanks. It is so nice to have a night off, but I swear trying to learn this social media thing is going to take me longer than one night.”

“What are you talking about?” Nat flipped her long brown hair up into a high mesh bun. She sat the table and opened a large cigar box. It was older than God, and had a barbarian man looking figure sketched into the top. Nat pulled a small green jar with a cork lid and rolling papers from inside and set it out on the table — she starts rolling a joint, “looks like your running low, should I call Harry over?”

“I guess.” Ashton was only half paying attention to Nat.

“How much should I get?” Nat licked the joint together, laid back down in her original spot. She lit the joint and started smoking, forgetting about the phone call, she passed it to Ashton who didn’t notice. Nat shrugged and kept going. The smoke rings came again, heavy in form. White as clouds at first look but as you saw closer the blue lining was circling in slow motion, swarming inside the white cloud making marble like waves. The smoke drifted and swirled through the light of the dim lamp creating animal figures.

There was a knock at the door. It came again. And a third time, “Fuck, answer the door Ashton.” Nat didn’t move. The knock came again and louder, “Ashton, the door.”

“What, oh, sorry. Did you call Harry, I mean, was he in the building, that was fast.” Ashton fixed her skirt. She opened the door as much as her head would allow, “Ahh, Hi.”

“Hi. Um, I am your neighbor, 6B. I locked myself out, and I was wondering if I could use your phone?” The voice was deep and low, however, it got Nat’s attention. She looked toward the door from her lazy settlement.

“I, yay, Um, hold on.” Ashton started to close the door but the stranger stuck his foot inside the door jam.

“Can I use the phone inside?”

“No, I don’t think so, its a cordless.” Ashton moved his foot with hers, she noticed his steel toe boots, dirty with white scuffs. She retrieved the phone from an un-made bed behind the couches. She went back to the door and opened it a little wider, handed him the phone and shut the door. She opened it again, “Knock when you’re done.” She closed the door again.

“What are you doing?” Nat was lighting another cigarette and texting on her cell phone, “I am ordering a whole ounce this time, I’ll pay for half of it.”

“OK.” Ashton stood by the door, starring off into space. “Maybe I should go to the library and get a book on this social media thing, This is my next learning step. Why didn’t anyone tell me about the importance of internships when I was in college. I am going to have to go to grad school, but it so much money…”

“I cant believe you just handed him your phone, what if he takes off with it. I would have turned him to the street, what a loser.” Nat, copying him, “Um, I locked myself out.”

The knock came quick and loud jerking Ashton from her daydream. She opened the door so fast it swung open wide and knocked her back off her feet. She stumbled and caught her fall. Natasha giggling in the back ground.

6B reaching forward, dropped his bag just inside the doorway to catch her fall, realizing she didn’t need the help, he retreated back to the hallway. “Thanks.” He said. His blue eyes sparkling. He shoved a hand through his thick black curly hair and smiled. He smelled like roses.

“Yes, yay. Ok, hope you get into your place.” Ashton shut the door and went back to her couch.

“He is actually kinda hot Ash.” Nat flipped through a magazine before flopping back on the floor. she picked up her purse and grabbed a makeup bag. “I am getting bored. What do you want to do tonight?”

“Waiting for Harry.”

“Oh god, I almost forgot again.”

“I need to get a book or a quick lesson on how social media works and how I can up my readers, get more flow on my blog.” Ashton takes a big gulp from a mug, “Uhk, cold coffee. You think Harry will do a Starbucks run?”

“Only if they serve whisky.” Nat said. The two girls laugh. “So whats up with 6B? Should we slip him one of our cards and party with him.

“Noooo, weird. I don’t think I want anyone in the building to know what we do. I live here, you don’t, remember.”

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The two girls freeze. “What was that?” Nat stopped filling her nails.

“I don’t know, sounds like down the hall…6B, Maybe they had to break the door in.” Ashton said. “Oh my gosh, I found a PDF of this book, ‘Social Media for Dummies’, I am so downloading this.”

The two girls were stopped again by an even louder bang. “That was a gun shot?” Nat said.

“NO, it wasn’t, how, how?” Ashton ran to the door and looked through a peep hole. “Oh my god, Uh, Oh my god. There are two of them they have masks on, running to the elevator.”

Nat got up from where she had been lounging and stood next to the door. She went to open it and Ashton slammed it shut. “What are you doing?” Nat asked.

“What am I doing, what are you doing, are you crazy.” Ashton’s eyes were wide and her heart was racing faster than ever. “I just saw, I just witnessed, what the fuck just happened?”

“I don’t know Ashton, let me out and see.” She opened the door and Ashton slammed it shut again. “Ashton, watch it, you almost got my fingers.”

“No Natasha, what if the killers are still out there? They will see us.”

“Oh my god, Ashton, what are you talking about, you don’t know—“

“I know what I just saw, I am going to call the police.”



They didn’t have to, the sirens were getting louder.