The Body's the Thing - Flash Fiction
She'd always been a very open and honest person so keeping secrets was not her forte. Sometimes though life makes it necessary to deviate from the norm. She was thinking about her first love Pete. Every now and then his face would force its way into her memory and she'd be a bit sad he had moved away. They were very young but he was good looking and sensitive, traits you don't usually find together. They got along so well and really liked each other but even her best friend Suzie didn't know how she felt.
Suzie was like a sister to her. When her parents were killed in that awful car crash Suzie was the one who helped her through. After she sold her parents' house and started looking for a house of her own, Suzie was the one who went with her and helped her. Suzie understood her need to be alone.
It was a cool night, just the beginning of that twilight between autumn and winter. Cool, but not necessarily cold. There were still leaves on the trees but their colors were brilliant, no more plain green for them.
The windows were closed but not locked. Actually she had left her bedroom window open a crack to let that cool night air in. As she headed to the kitchen for a late night snack she caught a shadow out of the corner of her eye. A man-sized shadow right here in her house. She ran to the kitchen, heart thumping and feet racing. What to do? Where to go? Out of sheer instinct she grabbed a butcher knife. As she turned to decide what to do next, the knife found the soft belly of that man-sized shadow.
Now there was blood everywhere! It spattered like so many inkblots as it hit the ceiling and the floor.What do I do next she thought? I have a dead man lying on my kitchen floor and blood everywhere she thought. I mean really, the body's the thing. Well, no sense trying to explain. She dragged the body down the cellar stairs. Thump, thump. No need to worry about headaches now buddy. She never took off his mask, not wanting to know who he was or what he wanted.
When she reached the cellar she opened the almost empty chest freezer. Carefully she lifted the head and managed to get the upper part of the body into the freezer. She bent and grabbed the feet tossing them in as well. Closing the freezer was another matter. The only way she could manage was to sit on top and bounce a bit so her weight would push the body all the way down. Guess winter came early for you shadow man!
Next the cleaning began. She knew blood stains were hard to remove once they set in so she moved quickly. Ammonia would probably be best. Mixing the ammonia gave her time to think a bit. Why did this creep have to come to my house and why, oh why did he rush into the kitchen like that.
Oh well, cleaning all the blood up took priority. Once the kitchen was done she cleaned the cellar stairs one by one and wiped down the freezer. Next was putting her clothes in the washing machine followed by a long hot shower. Again her mind raced but gee, what was a girl supposed to do? Luckily her nearest neighbor was a mile away. She'd always liked her privacy and living here was just what she wanted. Of course at times like this it was a double edged sword. If someone lived closer she could've called for help. It might not have been fast enough anyway.
The only thing left to do right now was go to bed. She could worry about getting rid of the body tomorrow, it certainly wasn't going anywhere.
She heard a bell ringing. It wouldn't stop. Was it a dream? She realized it was the phone and picked it up. The voice on the other end was her friend Suzie. "Have you seen Pete?" Suzie asked. Pete? Why in the world would she see Pete, he moved away years ago. Suzie continued, "He came home yesterday and as it started getting dark he said, I think I'll go pull a prank on Lizbeth and no one's seen him since." She dropped the phone.
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