CÂINE

‘What is it?’ Gheorghe asked, poking at the pieces with the end of his pen.

‘Bones, stripped bare of any flesh.’ answered Mihaela, the forensic officer in charge of the scene.

‘Human?’

‘Canine.’

Small blessing, Gheorghe thought. He had worked for the UN at the end of the Bosnian war. He had seen mass graves of human remains. Still, it was a crime and he was the detective on call. The tip-off had been anonymous.

He tried to pick a fragment of bone up. It crumbled in his gloved hand.

‘Brittle. They’re disintegrating.’ Mihaela remarked.

‘What would do that to bone?’

‘Hydrofluoric acid. Tests will tell us for sure.’

‘How many do you think?’

‘Looks like a few thousand, if each container had one inside it. We’re still opening them.’

Gheorghe turned away from the pungent chemical smell. It stank, but not as much as the scandal he had stumbled into the middle of.

The Mayor of Bucharest had promised to rid the city of stray dogs.

Now Gheorghe knew how he had done it.


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My cat, Marcela, gave birth to kittens – Huey, Dewey, Louie, Donald and Daisy.

This event led directly to my car accident on the 4th of December.

I was running late due to several factors: My alarm didn’t go off as Marcela had knocked the clock off the bedside table; the boiler had packed in so I had to boil water to wash; Marcela had mistaken my clothes for her litter tray – the only clean shirt I could find was a horse-themed one.

I grabbed my coat and ran to the car. I slipped on the icy driveway, but carried on, limping to my car.

I managed to start the car after several attempts. As I did so, Daisy jumped from my coat pocket and clawed at my face. I panicked, hitting the accelerator instead of the brake. The car, sliding on ice, ran over my front lawn and collided with my house.

I have sent an identical claim to my house insurance company – Brick-A-Break Insurance.


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GRASSHOPPER

The hard grit made for an uncomfortable place to lie.

He stared through the binoculars, searching for any sign of movement.

Midnight came and went. Dread crept over Phillips.

The double agent, codename Grasshopper, had been a high-valued source in Stasi headquarters for over ten years.

When the flash red signal was received, it was only Phillips who could be trusted with Grasshopper’s extraction.

The lay-by on the autobahn remained empty. Each approaching vehicle raised Phillips’ expectations only to dash them as the headlights flashed by.

He contemplated what could have made the Grasshopper jump. An emergency defection meant they had been discovered. If Grasshopper was caught the whole network would fall.

Another car approached. This one turned into the lay-by.  The car came to a stop, the headlights flashed twice as instructed.

Grasshopper appeared. She looked as Phillips remembered her. The hair was still dark and luxurious, the body slim and athletic, wrapped in a tight black dress and knee-high boots.

She always did have style, even with only a secretary’s wage to live on.


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JUSTIFIABLE

Had she done the right thing?

She had no idea. Others would judge her.

She only knew she had done what she thought best.

The water was icy cold on her feet. It reached the bottom of her dress, weighing the light linen down. The light gold sand swirled around her ankles.

The red on her dress dissolved into the water.

She stared at her hands then cleansed them, dipping them into the sea.

Behind her the sound of sirens faintly broke the morning still.

The cold water rose above her waist causing her to inhale sharply at the shock.

She only knew her children were no longer within his reach.

As the sun began to rise on the horizon she held up her thumb and covered the orange circle. Just like that she hid the brightest star in the Earth’s sky.

Would that what she had done could be so easily erased.

Buffeted by the lapping waves, tasting the salt on her lips, the water embraced her fully.


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CAVE ART

‘Dan,’ she called urgently in a hushed whisper. Dan turned and saw Amy beckoning him.

He stepped back from the tour group. ‘What is it?’

‘Stand in front of us.’

‘Why?’

‘Just stand in front of us. Look what she did now.’

Dan peered round Amy. Their daughter, Chloe, grinned at him. ‘She didn’t.’

‘Oh, yes she did.’

Next to the six-thousand year old Native American cave drawings was a freshly etched picture of a tall stickman.

Dan squinted. ‘Is that a spaceship?’

‘Does it matter what it is?’

‘It’s very creative.’

‘Cover me.’ Amy took out a pack of baby wipes.

‘That’s not going to work,’ Dan said.

‘You have a better idea?’

‘You’re making it worse, You’re just smudging it.’

‘Forget it, let’s just go.’

‘We have to follow the tour group.’

‘Dan, I am telling you. Let’s go.’

Amy dragged their daughter away. ‘Next year, can we please just take her to Disneyland.’

Dan backed away after them.

Chloe smiled as they broke into a run. Next year’s holiday was looking better.


 

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Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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