Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Spring

So here’s my answer to the Author Aerobics: Dialogue Punctuation Exercise. I managed to stick  to the time and word limits this week! Whew. Good thing no 3 act plot structures were required.



Spring
by T.S. Bazelli

“He was always a cold-hearted old bastard.” Summer licked a fleck of ruby blood from her lips. Her floral cotton day-dress was streaked with red and her hair had come half undone, but still she smiled.

“That doesn’t mean that this was right,” I said. My hands were clammy with sweat as I gripped the knife. Every hair on my body was standing on end as I stared at the body spread eagle on the ground.

Summer crouched. “The deed’s done. It’s too late now. It was your plan, wasn’t it? Where are we going to hide the body?”

“Let’s just get the old man off the path,” I said with a grimace, “before some idiot jogger comes along.”

We each grabbed hold of a tweed clad arm and dragged. He was heavy. We left a trail of upturned rocks and crushed plants behind us. Summer dropped the old man face down beside a thorny blackberry busy and walked back to the trail.

Dark pools of blood were sticky on the gravel. Summer kicked at the path with her sandals as I scraped up the dirt with a stick. My clothes grew damp with moisture as I hacked at the hard packed earth. Summer whistled a tune, leaving the hard work to me. It had been my plan after all.

An eternity later, the trail lay scarred with freshly overturned soil, but I could still smell the iron in the air.

“Looks good!” Summer plopped down on a mound of moss, and massaged her feet. I couldn’t fathom why she’d dressed so inappropriately for the occasion. Death, I thought, should require gravitas – even if it came down to murder.

My expression did not escape Summer. She patted the mossy mound, inviting me to sit. “Hon, the old man just got what he deserved…”

“But still –“

Summer interrupted. “You’re just bringing karma back into alignment. Old man Winters always gave me the creeps, the way he’d watch everyone with those crazy gray eyes.

“He didn’t care about anyone. You saw what he did to Autumn. He just let her waste away. He didn’t lift a bony old finger to help her.

I interrupted. “I didn’t like him either, but there must have been another way.”

“He was a cold blooded as any murderer.”

I wrapped my arms around my body, concealing the stains that soaked to the skin. Above the trees, clouds billowed, casting shadows and light, sprinkling us with cleansing rain. Summer grimaced. It was not her favorite season.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched her palm the knife. It disappeared into a deep pocket.

She glanced over and wrapped a warm arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get you cleaned up Spring.” Summer smiled, knowing her time would come soon enough.

13 Comments

  1. Heh. A very interesing inversion of the popular conceptualization of spring. Instead of Spring being a time of new life and rebirth, it’s a murderer who killed off Winter! (I suppose Winter-lovers must see it this way.) And so violently, too!

    Overall, I think I like the flow of this story. The idea for the author’s aerobics worked well in this instance. I think you do a good job by keeping your focus on a very narrow number of characters.

    Myself, I brought my list down from seven characters last week to only four this week, which helped me keep my own story pretty close to the word-limit (only 4 words over, so I think that’s a gimme!) It also dwells on the conflict between Spring and Winter, in a way. Here it is

    1. Only 4 words? You did a good job this week 🙂 In general I find that the more characters are involved, the longer the story turns out. I consciously restricted myself to two this time around.

      I think spring gets too nice a reputation in fiction. Some days spring is cheerful, gorgeous, and lovely, but the next it will be cold and blustery, pelt you with hail or snow. I’d say spring is fairly unpredictable and unstable.

      I’ll add a link in the post to your story later on. Thanks for participating again! I’m off to read yours.

  2. This story is such a surprise! It’s a classic idea, but you tell it in such modern terms that even Summer’s name didn’t give it away for me until they called the old man by name. Very well told.

  3. Hey! Thanks for visiting my blog. It’s always nice to meet another vancouverite on the blog-sphere! Love the look of your blog. What a great story idea too! Keep writing 🙂

  4. You have such a great imagination! I love how you turn the positive image of Spring on its head. (Summer I do imagine to be a bit meaner, a bit fiesty-er like this. ^_^)

  5. Lua

    Congrats on being able to stick to the time & word limit, you’re doing a far better job than I ever could 🙂
    I really like the story, a very original perspective of spring!
    “Death, I thought, should require gravitas – even if it came down to murder.” This was an amazing line- Bravo!

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