Shreddage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Shreddage

Chris pushed past Emma with his arms full of papers. She watched him disappear into the room that had become his office, kicking the door shut as he went inside. Even through the closed door she could hear the shredder go into action.

Suddenly the door wrenched open. “What?” Chris demanded, impatience and a touch of hostility in his voice.

“Nothing, Chris. Nothing at all.” Emma added, hesitantly, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be.”

Chris had not even paused to make his reply but had shouted it from halfway up the stairs. The sound of drawers being opened and closed, of cupboard doors slamming shut drifted down the stairs. Emma put her foot on the bottom stair, then thought better of following her husband. Instead she went into the kitchen to brew up some coffee.

The hissing of the peculator drowned out any other sounds. Emma rubbed at her forehead, trying to ease the headache that was beginning to take root. There was something wrong with her husband, but the days when he’d have shared a problem with her seemed to be long past. Coffee ready, she poured both Chris and herself a cup.

From the hallway she could hear the shredder working away again so she headed towards the closed office door. Not wanting to cause any alarm, Emma knocked, waited, but got no answer. She pressed down on the handle and stared in shock. The entire office looked like it had been upended. Had there been a break-in?

Chris seemed to be completely unaware of her as he fed sheet after sheet of paper into the shredder. It was only when she saw him pick up his passport, then turn it towards the machine that she called out.

“Chris! What the hell are you doing?”

He didn’t even turn towards her as he answered. “Me? I’m shredding up my life, getting a new one. Maybe I won’t make such a mess...”

“Stop!” It was already too late. “Shredding up every single document isn’t going to change who you are.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“But what about me? I’m your wife, a part of your life, of who you are... aren’t I?”

Chris seemed to pause what he was doing. Had she got through to him? Replacement documents could always be got, after all. The nod of his head seemed to say he was at least listening to her.

He turned suddenly, grabbed her arm so roughly the coffee cup fell from her grasp. The tug on her arm had caught her completely unaware, and she found herself being dragged towards the shredder.

“I’d never thought about that,” Chris said, pushing her further towards the cutting blades. “Sorry, Emma. It’s nothing personal, but I really do have to get myself a new life.”

 

 

 


Submitted: April 26, 2020

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Conrad Hueston

The ending left me with chills. Very well written horror short!

Sun, April 26th, 2020 6:29pm

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Thanks so much for reading!

Mon, April 27th, 2020 12:44pm

Mike S.

'Ahhh!' excellent, Hull!

Sun, April 26th, 2020 6:46pm

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Haha! Thanks so much for giving this one a read, Mike.

Mon, April 27th, 2020 12:45pm

Vance Currie

As soon as I got to the line, 'What about me,' I thought uh-oh. Sure enough, into the shredder she goes. Once again, a fine piece of black humour, Hully.

Sun, April 26th, 2020 8:59pm

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Thanks, Joe!

Mon, April 27th, 2020 12:47pm

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