Sarah Champion

FLASH FICTION #1

4:30 on a Wednesday afternoon. “Worry-free-Wednesday.”

Oh shit I think I missed my turn. Oh wait, Becca is just bogarting again. It’s fine it’s fine. The sky looks really gray today. Gray today gray today gray today. I’m hungry, where is that Chex Mix. Oh my god I love Chex Mix.

“I’m hungry.” Becca looks at me as if I am miles away. Then she jumps up so fast I thought she was flying. I bet she was flying. If anyone could fly, it’d be Becca. I went skydiving once. That was so awesome.

It’s getting hard to see the TV. Oh man that’s hilarious. I love “That 70’s Show.” Becca comes back from the kitchen and hands me a plastic bag. I take a look and it looks like dried up sunflowers, or maybe dried up roses, all smushed together. I bet they’re from one of those health shops. Becca is into all that health nut shit. God I’m starving. These taste pretty sick. But man I’m starving.

After I finished I tossed the empty baggy on the table.

“Holy shit! You ate all of em!!!”
“Yeah man, I was starving.”

As we round the corner I am mesmerized at how awesome it is that they invented cars that transform into hovercrafts. Becca is driving on water. Hovering on water. That’s so cool that her dad bought her a hovercraft. We see a garden gnome playing on the side of the road with a soccer ball, so we pick him up and take him on our trip.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.

We finally got to the grocery store. I think it took us all night. The garden gnome won’t stop crying, and he’s starting to smell. Nonetheless we invite him into the grocery store with us. He was really happy in the toy aisle so we told him we’d be back in a bit and left him there while we went and got some beer.

On our way back from Germany we found the garden gnome playing with some GI Joe’s in Toys R’ Us. We ask him if he wants to go home. I guess he did because he looked really happy when he got in the car with us.

Home. Man am I exhausted. I hope I don’t miss class tomorrow.
Oh my god my brain is thinking so fast. So fast so fast so fast.

My bed looks so big. It’s like the blob at camp. I run and jump on it.

I think I’ve been jumping all night.

Experts, textperts, choking smokers, don’t you think the joker laughs at youuuu.

I wake up with a headache and feeling dizzy
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Who the hell is crying? What the hell time is it?! I walk out to the living room. WHAT THE FUCK! Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. “Becca! BECCA!!! REFUCKINGBECCA there’s a there’s a kid, there’s a kid in our living room!!!!”

“Shut up, you’re not funny, my head hurts, and turn off the TV.”

I run drag Rebecca out of bed into the living room… a small blonde boy, with tears in his eyes, green overalls and a blue shirt, holds up an army figure and walks toward us… wanting a hug.