Flash Fiction (Stories under 1000 words)

I Am Dangerous

A gust of wind sends my hair flying. All is silent, except for the squeak of the swing.

Back and forth, back and forth I go, those images still flashing through my mind. 

Looking back on that day, I find that the thing I remember the most is red. It seems the images themselves are glazed over in a red glow. Did I really see them red then, from the sense of urgency swirling in my brain as I fought to free myself from the invisible binds? Or is just that I’ve never seen so much blood before. 

“Jane Parkman.”

I turn to find a man with thinning hair and glasses. He holds a large orange envelope. 

I jump off the swing and walk towards him. 

“We talked on the phone,” he says, not a hint of emotion on his face. 

I take the envelope from him, without any consent. “Did you get what I asked.”

“Of course,” he answers.

I open the envelope to find several records, and at the very bottom, a photo. 

“So this is him?” I ask. He gives a simple nod in reply, and an exhilarating feeling comes over me as I look on the face of my sister’s killer.

I carefully place the papers back into the envelope, as I do he asks, “Is there anything else we can do for you Ms. Parkman.” 

“No. I have to do the rest on my own.”

“Like I said on the phone Ms. Parkman, you shouldn’t go after him alone.”

I turn to leave.

“I’m warning you Jane!” he shouts after me. “He’s dangerous.”

I turn back with a cold stare. 

“So am I.”