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


I did it. I really did it! Finally, after years of torment and misery. All it took was a push. Just a quick—

Shit.

Shit shit. She landed too close to the trail. I fumble down the mountainside to where Beck lies mangled on the dirt. I grab her arm and pull toward the edge, but she doesn’t budge.

She turns her head. “This is so like you, Nina. Just like Cabo. Remember Cabo?”

“That wasn’t my fault,” I say.

“No, no, it was mine for not tattooing a reminder across your forehead. God forbid you keep track of your own—"

“It wasn’t my fault!” I glare down at her, but her eyes are shut, neck still snapped. Still dead. Right.

I dig through my tote bag. There’s gotta be something in here. My hand brushes against something rough at the bottom, between the crumpled receipts and empty lip balm tubes. Aha! Triumphantly, I pull out the chunk of granola. Crumbling it in my palm, I lean over and sprinkle some over her body, giving a little extra attention to her face. Give it an hour, wild animals will be all over this.

But they’re not. An hour of peeking behind a tree later and not a single bear or cougar’s swooped in.

A shudder hits, reminding me the sun’s going down.

I jump at the sound of a crow, watch as it lands beside her body.

“Go on,” I wave my hands, “eat the evidence.”

It tilts its head.

“Be a good crow.”

It eyes a crumb on her face.

“That’s it. That’s


In a blink, it lunges for the crumb, goes flying off through the trees, not one bite of flesh with it.

I lean against the tree, sighing. 

Beck would know what to do.


Submitted: September 13, 2021

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