Another flash fiction! I had fun writing this one, and at a friend’s challenge I tried to keep it more upbeat. (Tried being the key word there.) This one is three hundred words, and the prompt was “I know this sounds crazy, but…”
Sit back, relax, and enjoy!
“I know this sounds crazy, but I’m psychic. For real. I know they’ve got all those shows about people pretending to be psychic but’re really just observant and smart, but I’m seriously psychic. I knew when I woke up this morning that Jeanine Taylor wasn’t gonna be at school. And I knew that it was because her little brother’s in the hospital. And last year, on my sixteenth birthday, I knew Aunt Linnie was going to kick the bucket. (She did, and gol dang if Mom didn’t blame me because I said so. What else was I supposed to do?)
“I dunno if I can use this psychic-ness to help people or what. I mean, I couldn’t help Aunt Linnie or Jeanine Taylor’s little brother (he’ll be fine, by the way. It’s just appendicitis.) But there was that time that I knew Ben Croft was going to get hit by a bike and end up in a coma. He was standing just a few lockers down from me. I could have talked to him, kept him for even just a few seconds, but I didn’t. How could I know that I wouldn’t cause him to get run over by that kid? Because I never know if it’ll be good or bad. And it sucks sometimes because I know who’s gonna break up with who, and what Granny’s gonna get me for my birthday (it’s gonna be a pink button-down this year – pink!), but I never know if my actions can impact it one way or another.
“But I do know that tomorrow afternoon it’ll rain and Jeanine’s car is going to crash into the school bus. So you really gotta do something, or those kids might die.”
The cop stared at me like I was crazy. She was probably right.
Well, that’s that. Thoughts?
Take care, fellow travelers.