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No. 11September 2004

THE DARKNESS
By Richard Hipson

The darkness deepens as the desert moon explodes overhead in a roaring yellow rage. All around, the shadows dance and lurch and laugh amongst themselves and I can feel the hunger haunting me, feeding from me, wanting to become me as I become kin to its desire.

Through the tombstone jungle I slither like a serpent upon the belly of death, deliberately moving across graves of the forgotten and feeling the weight of their lost memories crumble and scream beneath the passing of my wretched soul.

The night yawns and I yawn with it. As it swallows me inside the hollow of its gut I too swallow an existence I once knew. As the night creeps toward dawn, dying and breathing, I, this haunted spirit, turn to hunter and through the face of eternal darkness I see myself as I have become: a ravenous carrion vulture borne to the trembling air of the night. In the body of this spirit I am forever blessed and cursed, forever with the night.


POST-IT
by Fleur Bradley

John,
Welcome to InCorp!
Hope AdminTemp filled you in.
Meet me ASAP about reports.
Margaret Taylor, Office Manager

Ms Taylor,
Finished reports.
Let me know if theyíre ok.
John

John,
Meet me ASAP about reports.
Margaret

Margie,
Thanks for your help yesterday, love more.
How about a working lunch?
John

John,
Iíll pick you up at corner of 12th and Main.
Margie

Canít wait!
John

John,
Thanks for lunch. Great reports.
Want some more overtime?
Margie

Consider me your report-man.
John

John,
Reports tonight at 8.
Margie

Good morning Margie,
Fantastic help last night!
Meet me for lunch.
John

Where were you at lunch?
Reports need help!

John
Call me, I need help with reports.

John
Talk to me!
John

John,
In my office ASAP.
Margaret Taylor

Margie,
Hope I was clear in our meeting.
Nobody needs to know.
See you tonight!
John

John,
Iíll pick you up at 9, at usual spot.
Margaret

Margaret,
Heard John got killed in that hit and run.
Replacement is coming.
Jill, AdminTemp

Benjamin,
Welcome to InCorp!
Hope AdminTemp filled you in.
Meet me ASAP about reports.
Margaret Taylor, Office Manager


COME DANCE WITH ME ON MY DADDY'S GRAVE
By Michael Bracken

I buried my father today.

For 43 years my father treated me like a child he didn't want, ignoring me during the best of times, abusing me during the worst of times. All that changed when he needed me.

A ride to the store when he lost his driver's license, a stop at the pharmacy after work to pick up his prescriptions, help paying his electric bill when an unexpected cold snap sent his heating costs skyrocketing.

And then today, when his septic tank backed up, I rented a backhoe to help him dredge it up. As I worked, my father stood over me, telling what to do and what not to do. I tried not to listen, I tried not to care.

In the end, though, there was no escape. After clearing the clog, I began refilling the hole. I don't know if I bumped my father with the backhoe or if he simply stumbled, but one moment he stood at the edge of the hole and the next he lay at the bottom, screaming my name.

I dumped a load of dirt on top of him and continued until the hole had been filled.

When I close my eyes, I can still hear his screams.

And I smile.



THIS ISSUE OF FLASH FANTASTIC -- "The Darkness" is ©2004 by Richard Hipson.  "Post-It" is ©2004 by Fleur Bradley.  "Come Dance With Me On My Daddy's Grave" is ©2004 by Michael Bracken.  All contents of Flash Fantastic edited by Patty G. Henderson.  Final formatting and additional graphics by Nolan B. Canova.  All contents of Crazed Fanboy dotcom and Nolan's Pop Culture Review are ©2004 by Nolan B. Canova.

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