This is where Calvin died. I couldn’t bear to tow it away, it looked too much like a memorial. I put a fence round it just in case someone thought they might steal a truck, even though now it’d never run. The rust has grown to join the blood stains; hardly any of that Robin’s Egg Blue left.
He didn’t need to die. That bastard Sheriff told Toothless Mike that Calvin had ratted on him just so Mike would kill him, and he did. Right here in my front yard, spread over the hood, blew his head right off. Shit.
X and O
Black and White. Yes and no. X and O. Good and Evil, Life and Death, Mind and Body, Love and Hate… Life or Death.
He lay, unable to move, heart given out on this walk in the woods. He knew it was over, happy that it happened in soft nature, lying in a bed of decaying leaves, a bed that not he, but his body, would soon become part of.
But he didn’t expect this, the Duality, to be spread out before him so clearly. He wondered, was this pattern in him or the universe? as X turned to O.
The President of Dogs took his job seriously. He was not required to think — not his strong point. He had advisers for that. A sheepdog, a Queensland Blue, a Staffordshire and a Pit Bull who was very good at understanding relations with humans. He was the Minister for Human Relations, though they had to bar him from Dog Relations Committee meetings. A Poodle to explain his advisers to him.
They were better at thinking, but the President had something they lacked. Nobility. He looked noble; the bitches swooned, the dogs grovelled. He didn’t know why, it was just instinct.
Quill Shiv posted a different kind of flash fiction, based on a piece of music rather than the usual photo. The music (below) is Elgar’s Cello Concerto, 1st Movement, by Jaqueline du Pre.
I wrote 100 words, then discovered QS did not have a word limit, so I added 13 words…
Elgar Cello Concerto
The rain lashed at the windscreen as he drove angrily through the night. The eerie greenish glow of the dashboard lights reflected his face, jowly, grim, fedora almost covering his eyes.
She stared at him. Why must he take it so personally? He knew this affair was doomed from the start, she was only acting on the obvious.
The occasional flash of oncoming headlights froze them like a photograph: he tense, she dangling a cigarette from red lips as she talked. He drove faster, knuckles gripping the wheel. Suddenly a flash of pure white, thunder, then smoke. She emerged from the wreckage, slapped the dirt from her dress, and walked slowly down the road.
We had been here, together in training, in secret, for such a very long time, waiting for the day of attack. Hiding behind these walls in this this makeshift structure, studying their every move, analyzing the patterns of these creatures as they attend to their needs just as we do ours, until we knew them as well as we know ourselves. Amazingly, they never even suspected we were here. They are surprisingly oblivious.
Our Queen has been bounteous: we have amassed numbers so great we can no longer remain unseen, numbers sufficient for complete eradication and victory for our Colony.
Hey man, this chick is cool, I think I’m in love, you know? I mean, we have sex an evrythin, but this is differnt from, like, other girls… I feel like… happy after, like I don’t wanna have a spliff rightaway, you know, like I wanna get married or somethin… I even got a wedding ring at Costco… I know it sounds stupid — hey, don’t be laughin at me, dude, I’m serious — I mean I just got promoted at work so I ain’t on, whadatheycallit? — probationary status, yeah, an prettysoon I can do the drivethru window…