Greater Good. Flash Fiction.

So the colonoscopy went well, still feeling groggy and a bit out of it. Haven’t had any complications or anything like that, just have to rest now for a few days. Stricture was dilated to 20mm and now I just have to keep my fingers crossed it stays that way!


Jenny took the lighter from her pocket and carefully lit the cloth, the bottle felt heavy in her hands, the stink of gasoline filled the air. She threw the bottle hard, it smashed through the window with a loud crash before exploding sending up a rush of flames. Working quickly she lit and threw the other two bottles. Upstairs a light flicked on, she could hear someone shouting. It wouldn’t matter, they wouldn’t get out. Smiling Jenny turned from the burning building and strolled across the grass, once she made it to her car she sat in, turned it on and drove away until the building was nothing but a plume of black smoke and faint flickers in her rear-view mirror. As she drove she grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her cupholder, she took one and lit it, breathing in deeply and sighing out the smoke. She had given up cigarettes almost a decade back, but it was part of her ritual. Every time she completed a job she had just the one to cap it off, her good luck charm. She had been working for Derrick for almost twenty years now, he’d found her when she was fifteen and she was one of the first. His visions weren’t as strong then but now he could see the future laid out before him, a road map of where the world needed to be and she was helping to make it a better place. Two of the kids in that building were going to be serial killers, another was going to become a corrupt politician, several of the staff were extremely abusive and would never be caught. Sure some innocents died, but not any that were important, everyone else was just another cog in the machine without much if any input. That was the scariest thing of it all to Jenny. So many people were unimportant, so much so that if they were killed the world would just keep on going without regard for it. Every now and then she had to go in and grab someone, someone that would make a difference but they were few and far between. Mostly her job was just taking out bad guys and though at first she had been hesitant now she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love her job. She cracked the window slightly to allow some of the smoke to slip free of the car. The cold air felt good on her face, she preferred the cold to the heat these days. Once she got back and confirmed she had done her job they’d give her a bit of a break and a hefty fee of course. She flicked the end of the cigarette out the window, already looking forward to her next job.

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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