Good Afternoon! Below you will find a flash fiction I wrote corresponding to the above story dice I rolled. Same rules apply, under 1,000 words and only write in a half hour. Enjoy my warm-up!
Done
“Mr. Angelo, what do you mean you are done?”
“Easy, I am no longer partaking in these experiments.” Mr. Angelo didn’t lift his head to stare at the man next to him.
“It’s not that easy. There are contracts in place, goals that must be reached, and promises that must be held.” The man in the lab coat grew more anxious. Adjusting his glasses, the man motioned toward the plants surrounding the two of them. “You can’t just be done and leave. They won’t allow it.”
“For once, I don’t care about them. They can do what they must; I can no longer live like this.” Mr. Angelo broke concentration from the reports strewn on the desk before him. Not focusing on the green plants surrounding him, he met the assistant’s nervous gaze. “I have set aside my own pursuits and happiness for the sake of this project; for what, fear, stress, and loneliness?”
The skinny man in the lab coat didn’t respond, fear kept his mouth shut. Feeling eyes fall on him, he didn’t dare look around. Mr. Angelo shared a similar fear as uneasiness washed over him. The green foliage around the men bristled as if a breeze danced through the room. Both men took notice at how there was no breeze in the sterilized white room.
“Mr. Angelo I beg you, don’t do this, you will not find happiness at the end of this road.” The man in the lab coat stepped closer to Mr. Angelo, his eyes darted around the room for a brief moment. Fear gripped his spine. “Your actions will carry repercussions; you really think they won’t punish me along with you?”
“You know more than I, we have no control here. Whether they want us dead or not depends on their mood that day. I am making my choice, I want freedom, I want happiness, I want…” Mr. Angelo began coughing, gripping the assistant’s shoulders, the coughing grew harsher.
Barely being able to breathe between coughs, Mr. Angelo wheezed to force air into his lungs. The nonexistent breeze coursed through the room as the plants shook violently at Mr. Angelo. After a few agonizing breathes Mr. Angelo met eyes with the man he was gripping onto. The assistance fear filled eyes locked onto Mr. Angelo’s; to his surprise, Mr. Angelo showed peace and joy in his eyes.
A final wheeze fell from Mr. Angelo’s mouth as he collapsed, unmoving onto the floor.
“Let this be a warning. Enjoy your promotion.” The plants hummed the words into the man in the lab coat’s ears.
Thank you for reading this! I’m slowly getting back into the groove of things. Two novels on the burners, with flash fictions and short stories. I hope to continue to build worlds for all of you to enjoy! My goal is to do 2 flash fiction warm-ups a day.!
Kris Fazekas’s Done is published by Sympl Books. All characters located within this story are Copyright 2019 Kristofer Fazekas. All names, characters, and events in this publication are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any actual person (living or dead), events, institutions or places is purely coincidental. No portion of this book may be reproduced by any means (digital or print) without written permission from Kris Fazekas of Sympl Books.
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