Something Was Bound to Go Right"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Victor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the car. His dark hair nearly blended into the dark sky behind him. Taylor hadn't even noticed he had rolled down the window.Something Was Bound to Go Right3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I have the heat on, idiot," she muttered, rolling up the window from her side. Victor jerked his arm out of the way just before the window rolled up fully, and turned to regard her half-hearted glare with a grin.
"C'mon. Reincarnation. You. Sound legit?"
"No," Taylor said, rolling her eyes. "There's just no way it's possible. And I know you don't believe in reincarnation, either. You've told me that before, when you were taking Religious Studies."
"Well, yeah, that Hindu thing was nuts, but I would've liked to know who I was," Victor said cheerily, tapping his fingers on the car window, watching the cars zoom past him. His fingers twitched towards the window button, and Taylor pre-emptively put her finger on the button on her side, keeping one hand on the wheel.
It's going to be okay.I hear the bullets go through me before I feel them. I hear them tear through my body and burrow into the bookcase behind me. I may have screamed. I'm not sure. If I screamed, it was for Parker, not myself. One hits his chest, two in his stomach. I feel his blood splatter across my face, and feel my own pouring between my fingers as I press them against my side.It's going to be okay.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding.
I'm not sure where they hit me; it's just pain, just shaking, just his hand holding mine.
Another shot rings out, and I hear a grunt as Patrick falls again. Is he dead this time? I don't know. There are so many shots; I can't tell who's living and who isn't, because both are silent. Silent as death. The only noises are the rounds being fired, the fire alarms wailing, cartridges clinking and the moans of the injured. I can faintly hear
Eight ThingsEight Things5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slowly, I took out the chest and popped it open, running my hand across its dark surface. It was about time.
"Benjamin," I said softly as I straightened, looking around the attic.
"Here are eight things you probably think I wouldn't remember:
"1. You almost never untie your shoes; you just slip them off and on as you please, even though it dents the heels."
I gathered his sketches and wound a string around them.
"2. You always sleep on the right side of the bed."
I gathered them in my arms, slipped them inside his sketchbook, and set it inside the trunk next to the framed sketch of the rabbit and the blackbird.
"3. You're afraid of being alone in the dark."
I took his family's photograph out of its broken frame.
"4. You've always wanted to learn how to play the harmonica because the sound always made your little brother smile."
I dusted it off, wrapped it in tissue paper, and put it in next to his sketchbook.
"5. You have a secret freckle in-between your pinky an