Since I cranked this one out early today, I figured I may as well post it.
Yes, I’ve noticed that all three of these stories so far have been a little disturbing. I just haven’t been in a very cheerful mood as of late, so I figured that I may as well channel some of that into something creative. No, I don’t expect death to be a central tenant of each story I write—that would be worrisome—but we’ll see how long it takes to get out of this funk.
Please, ladies and gentlemen, no psychological profiles …
On another note, I’ve been contemplating consolidating all of my old blogs under this one—my original Crazy Random Jumble blog, my creative writing blog, and so forth. Depending on how difficult it is to transfer those old posts over to here … well, we’ll see. It’ll certainly be interesting if I can get them all under one roof, so to speak.
Anyway, today’s story is one that I may actually come back to and expand at some point. It didn’t take long to write, is mostly dialogue (which felt like a coward’s way out, but provided a nice change of pace from the previous two days’ stories), and I left more than enough mystery about it to give me lots of room to grow. It certainly would be interesting to build it up from here and turn it into a larger project.
“What are we running from?”
Richard—Rick to his acquaintances—pulled up short. Who said that? “Excuse me?”
“I said, what are we running from? We’re running. Gotta be from something, right?”
He looked around. Nothing. The dark street, lit at intervals by lamps made to look older than they were, slightly damp from an earlier evening drizzle, was empty except for him. Nervously, he called out, “Who are you?”
“Don’t you remember me?” Rick shook his head. “That’s a shame. We used to be best friends, you and I.”
“What are you talking about?” he demanded as he moved into a circle of light and leaned against the cool, stable post.
“In fact,” the voice continued cheerily, “I used to be your only friend, as I recall. Yes, that’s right. You didn’t have anyone else.”
Rick shook his head. “No, that’s not true.”
“Sure it is. You had no one else because … well, gosh, I don’t know if I should say.”
“What are you talking about?” Rick demanded once more, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.
“Oh, gosh. I was all you had because of what you did.” Rick shook his head violently. “Because you killed her.”