FLASH FICTION FRIDAYS
Here is the next installment of "Flash Fiction Fridays." Happy reading!
In my experience, bread is the best rubbish. When I eat it, it stays in my stomach for a long time, so if there is space between my foraging, I’m not too hungry. Vegetables are okay but not very tasty. Meat is the ultimate prize because it is hard to get and delicious. Whether it’s newly dead or burned over a flame, it doesn’t matter. Finding meat makes hours of scrounging worth it.
Today, I haven’t found anything—only ashes from the humans setting things on fire. Speaking of humans, I don’t see much of them right now. They’ve always been dirty, but lately, they’re afraid and sad all at once. They run when they see me. They blame us for what’s happening to them. I like it that way because I don’t want to bite them when they get too close. Not like they taste very good, anyway.
I hear a scream that stops me from my daily rubbish search. This time, it’s long and drawn out, not the usual human bellowing. I look up. Two men are moving something, but they’ve stopped. I climb a little higher onto my rubbish heap—wood on wheels. The humans call it a wagon. I think. Lots of humans piled on top of each other. Men. Women. All dead. One is sitting on the ground with his head in his hands. He must have been the one who screamed. Another one comes behind him. He spits out, “Get up.” The man gets up. They move again.
I’ve never seen so many die so fast. That must mean they haven’t, either.
Ow! That hurts! These fleas! Always biting!
Back to my rubbish. I hope I find something good.
Until next time... look behind and beyond the veil...
Sameena K. Mughal, Author, Freelance Writer