Micro fiction----

So I started doing some drafts of a few things to eventually post one small vignette on a website hosting a micro fiction contest. This weird little piece is one of my installments that did not make the final cut. Cheers.

Great show tonight. And now that we’re back to the apartment, Mikey is going to give this lil’ girl the after show treatment. I see him toss the small blonde onto the bed; her purse lands just inside the doorway. Slam goes the bedroom door. I allow my right arm to phase through the wall and take her purse. They don’t notice anything. ID says Christy Ann Brown. Age 16. I go to my room. Our beds rest against the same wall.

“NO! No I can’t. Dammit NO! NO!”

Sounds like our little concert rat is regrettin’ sneaking into the show. Teen rebellion gone bad.

“Oh God help me. Stop. Please.”

“Shut up and be a good little whore.”

His head must be within inches of my own through the thin wall. The volume was low but so very clear in my ears. What to do? I pick up my cell phone and search for a number to the local newspaper. Got it.

Turning onto my knees facing the wall, I phase my hand and face through. Christy is face down; he does not see me. Shoving my hand into his skull I command only my finger tips to harden. I remove them and his limp body collapses atop his would be victim. The coroner will be scratching his head when the autopsy shows 5 finger tip-sized aneurysms that all blew at once. Phone ringing.

“Voice.”

“Take a Want Ad?”

“Sure.”

“Alternative band seeks Bass Player.”