To celebrate Halloween and Free Fiction Friday, here’s a flash story! Enjoy!
Martin Livings 2014
“These are the dead man’s eyes,” Alvan tells the blindfolded children. They’re passed from tiny hand to tiny hand, each child flinching at the round, sticky objects.
One boy doesn’t flinch, though. “Aw, they’re just peeled grapes,” he whines loudly.
Alvan ignores him, gets the next object. “And these are his brains.”
The children shudder as they take it in their hands, making disgusted noises.
“It’s just a wet sponge,” says the boy. “Lame!”
“And these are his intestines.”
They stretch all the way across the children, slick and slimy.
“Sausages,” the boy yawns, hands sliding across them. “Big deal!”
Alvan leans forward, whispers in the boy’s ear.
“Take off your blindfold.”
The boy does, and looks at what’s in his hands. The ropy tube is laid out across all the little laps, pink and lumpy and covered with blood. It leads to a gaping wound in the stomach of a little girl, slumped back in her chair, party dress soaked red. Next to her, a little boy sits limp, eye sockets hollowed out, leaving a complicated mess behind, and another boy has the top of his head sliced clean off and placed on the table in front of him like an ashtray.
“Your turn, lad,” Alvan whispers, and a pungent-smelling cloth is pressed across his face. He’s unconscious before Alvan opens the boy’s mouth and reaches inside with one hand, shears in the other.
“And this,” he says to the remaining children, “is the dead man’s tongue…”