The Assault 142

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
CHILDHOOD.FAMILY. WEIRD. FLASH FICTION. FROM THE COLLECTION " BORN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF SHADOWS " NO 142

Submitted: July 12, 2019

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The Assault

 

  Sometimes I tell Auntie Mary I feel so enclosed

when she's near me, sometimes the feeling of

claustophobia is constant, is unbearable, and she

tells me., " I wouldn't worry about that Jasper, you

know that I love you. You know that I love to be near

you Jasper. "

  And then I tell her about the moment that makes it

all worthwhile. It was at school, one day years ago, 

when I was only six or seven. I ran across the playground

and smashed the head of one of the other schoolboys

into the hard concrete surface.

  It was a moment of supreme joy, I tell her. All my energy

was focused on the one goal, and I was visibly successful.

I watched as the blood flowed from my school friend's .

head. It was a clear, clear moment, it felt like eternity as 

I swooped and smashed his head open. " If only all moments

could be that exhilarating and intense. " I tell her, as wine

drips from her mouth like blood, or like she's been chewing

betal nut. " But they can be Jasper. if you'd only do what 

I tell you to do, if you'd only follow my example. " She tells 

me.


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