Flash Fiction - A story told in a thousand words or less. This is a story told in 173 words.
Bloody Sunday by Frank Fiordalisi
( previously published by The Black Fox Literary Journal)
Sunday. She will be there. Always is. He has to be close, feel her presence. Has to hurry. He’s late, and he
wants to sit next to her. It’s important—he has something to say.
The wood steps of the old church creak under his weight. A metallic taste fills his mouth. He sees her
locked by throngs of worshipers in the center of a pew. There’s no room for him. There’s never room enough for
him. He pushes through people until he sits behind her. He can smell her scent. Her lilac cologne. The starch in
her white blouse.
The congregation stands as the pastor reads from the Bible. “Do unto others…”
He doesn’t hear the rest. He pulls her hair, bends her head back, peels the razor blade from the roof of his
mouth and slits her throat.
He runs, wiping his bloody hands on his white shirt. Runs home to wait. He knows they will come for him.
He doesn’t care. No one can treat him the way she did.