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The Body's the Thing - Flash Fiction

Updated on October 20, 2014

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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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      Oh Deb, I love it when I surprise people. Glad you liked it.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Oh, poor Pete will be tomorrow's roast. I had NO idea. Well done!

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      It was a taunt to see if you could figure it out and you did Kevin. Glad you liked the ending. Thanks so much for the votes and shares.

      Thanks Suzette, I do love a twisted story!

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      Suzette Walker 3 years ago from Taos, NM

      Great Halloween story! This is so disturbing on so many levels but I loved it! LOL!

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      Sorry to spoil your story, but I kind of figured it was him. That is what I do with these, I try to guess on Sherlock Holmes before they happen.

      Anyway, it was intriguing and moving Mary. It did have a surprise ending. I voted up, shared and tweeted it.

      Kevin

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      "How awful" makes it good ;) Yes, poor Lizbeth is a bit round the bend, glad you liked it and voted up.

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      Nadine May 3 years ago from Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

      Oh shame how awful. You are a very good story teller and you kept my attention span through the whole ordeal Lizbeth went trough. Then to read that she killed her first love! Voted up!

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      True Manatita, guess Pete won't play anymore pranks that's for sure. Thank you for reading. Blessings back to you.

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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      Great ending? Tillsontitan.

      Funny too ... for the reader, I mean. Wishes ..

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      Thank you so much DD. I'm glad you enjoyed!

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      You are showing your true talent through your great works. I so enjoyed reading.

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      Thanks Jodah, I think its from all those years of reading Stephen King ;)

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Great flash fiction Mary. You are getting good at this...what a freaky ending too. Poor Pete. Voted up.

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      Thanks so much Cam. I will certainly head over to Annart's and check it out.

      Oops for sure Faith. I know I'll never surprise anyone with a mask on ;)

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Wow, Mary, you are amazing at flash fiction! I wanted to say a big "Oops" at the end ... I am wondering why she did not call the police.

      The moral here is to not surprise someone after a lifetime of not seeing them while wearing a mask! Eeks ... Not smart on Pete's part.

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      Chris Mills 3 years ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      Wow, Mary, this story nearly had a rhythm to it as she was killing, chilling and cleaning up the mess. Well done. Now lets see what you can do with Annart's challenge. https://hubpages.com/literature/THE-RICHNESS-OF-TH...

      The challenge is at the end, under the painting of a little girl on a beach.

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      Frank I am humbled and honored. I do like the genre but am still a bit unsure of myself. Well, was until I read your comment! Thank you.

      Bill you too flatter. I think it's a fun writing exercise and may be doing more.

      Kim, happy to hear I pulled you in and happier still you enjoyed.

      Eric, thank you. I hadn't thought about writing more but perhaps Lizbeth is just beginning.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Rapid firing with a great twist. You are very good at this. She was definitely a little twisted not just calling 911 after. I hope we see more of her. Thanks.

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      இڿڰۣ-- кιмвєяℓєу 3 years ago from Niagara Region, Canada

      Mary, you pulled me right in with your writing. Very suspenseful. Great job.

      Kim

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      It is a pleasure to read some good writing today. Thank you for that. I think flash fiction is a terrific writing exercise, and you do it well, Mary.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      Till.. this was amazing on all levels.. the detail.. the dream-state and the flash story itself...if I were to write a review for it it'll be simple : a stirring, intricately wrought piece of flash fiction: Awesome