Abnormalities. Flash Fiction.

Sandra sat on the bench, watching the people go by. It was so strange seeing everyone going about their day as if nothing had happened. A slight wind picked up, chilling her. There wasn’t much warmth in the sunlight. She pulled a bottle of water from her bag and took a sip, then she pulled out her sandwich. Sandra didn’t really want to eat, but she knew she should. The sandwich seemed dry and tough to swallow, but she managed to get it all down. She took another sip of water and put away her rubbish. How long until everything just collapsed? Until everyone stopped living in denial. She herself was guilty of it, just like they were. She wasn’t going out and seizing the day. It would be hard doing by herself. Not much point, was there? She’d still be arrested and charged if she broke any laws. There had been a spate of suicides, they were trying to keep it hushed up but word still spread. She could do that, get it over with on her own terms. But then what would people think of her afterwards? Besides, she couldn’t do that to her parents, her brother. No. She’d tough it out.

 

Sandra stood from the bench and started to walk. She had been going for walks most days, experiencing nature. It was nice to be out in the fresh air, around the people, even if they were acting strangely. They were never violent, just odd. Like the man she had seen yesterday who had suddenly burst into loud, braying sobs, he had stood there for a few minutes, arms at his sides, head tipped backwards. Then he stopped and continued on like nothing had happened. There was a lot of that. People crying or laughing hysterically for no reason. Sandra hadn’t done anything like that. Not yet at least. There were also some creepy people, like the ones who just stared. Eyes straight ahead, just staring at nothing, occasionally blinking. They worried Sandra and she always sped up a little going passed them. There was never an indication that they were dangerous, but she didn’t want to be around if one of them suddenly snapped.

 

Things would continue to shift and change as they always did, but people would just become used to it. They always had before. Those that were still normal, or as normal as one could be these days, were the lucky ones. Pure chance had saved them and it was something that they could never forget. Perhaps they tests would become cheaper soon and people would be able to know for definite. For now though, it was just a case of wait and see.

 

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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