October Flash Fiction
It's that time of year where I write a Halloween themed flash fiction that gets displayed in my local library. Enjoy!
Slow
Burn
IE Castellano
The convergence has begun,
Mister Rank Ore. All is prepared. Come. I’d be honored if you
joined me for the ritual.
I have kept the hairs pristine
and in their original condition. Even added one from that harpy
shrieking on her phone who cut in front of me in the checkout lane
the other day. Yes, of course, I know I complained your ear off all
about her already.
Oh, you remember that neighbor
of ours a few years ago? The one who couldn’t be bothered to keep
her ratty mutt out of our rose bushes. Well, I have her hair here.
Too bad that mongrel predeceased her.
Anyway, Mister Rank Ore, this
one is from that man who constantly clucked his tongue through four
consecutive bus stops. Yes, it was quite annoying. Not to mention
the he ignored my irate stare.
This dark hair here is long
before your time, Mister Rank Ore. When I was a young girl, he
courted me. We were going to marry. I already chose my dress and
which flowers would grace my bouquet. He, well, he’ll be sorry for
leaving me.
How fitting that this long,
strawberry blonde strand should be twisted with his. It’s the last
of hers remaining. She’ll get the final lesson about stealing what
should have been mine.
The effigy looks beautiful with
all its colors and textures. Don’t you agree, Mister Rank Ore?
I’ve been curating my collection for some time, waiting for this
exact celestial alignment.
Can you hear the chimes? It’s
time to light the fire bowls. Now, I soak the effigy in the chalice.
Why, yes, Mister Rank Ore, that is my blood. I saved it in the
freezer.
Of course, when I do something,
I do it properly. You know me so well.
Stand back while I lower the
candle to the offering plate. Watch the smoke rise to deliver my
vengeance.
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