Newest Flash Fiction: By Kendrick Barnes
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It was like any other
Friday night; I leaned over and turned the late night soap operas on the soapnet
channel. I prepared one of my favorite meals for the kids;
they loved my lasagna with garlic bread. The kids and I had lain on the chair
for so long until we fell asleep. Little Tommy woke up crying because he did
not have his favorite blanket beside him. I got up and then tucked both
children into their beds. Next, I went to the window, the view of the city was
extremely pretty. I saw all the flashing lights and the cars. Living on a third
floor in an apartment is a great place to be because the view is perfect. The
cars down below looked like busy fireflies flying around on a summer night. I
was smoking a cigarette, and I noticed that the neighbor in another complex had
turned on her light, and I saw her panicking and trembling as she dialed a
number. Immediately afterwards, I saw a person come from behind her in a black
ski mask. He was wearing a black long-sleeve shirt and black gloves. I saw the
masked person knock the lady out with a glass bottle. The woman jumped up and
the masked person strangled her with the phone cord. I had dropped my cigarette,
and burned my arm before it finally
landed my feet. Not caring if I stepped on, over, or across it, I ran to
dial 9-1-1 on the phone. I heard “Hello 911 What is your emergency.” I could
not speak the words could not come out hard as I tried. I thought to myself I
am a silenced witness. As I looked down I saw a homeless man who signled me to
come down and help him.
