HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE, I decided to write a flash fiction story for Halloween. It turn out not to be a typical Halloween story, but I hope you enjoy. Happy Hauntings Juneta
The lights flickered, weird; it’s not raining or storming. The sound of Jeopardy playing on the kitchen television is reassuring. Our housekeeper Mrs. Chaney is making roast and potatoes for dinner. That means mom and dad will both be home.
The school counselors told my parents they think I’m slightly autistic. I have nothing in common with the other kids and they think I’m different because I talk to the shiny people. Lucy Jane is shiny. She has been with me all my life. I don’t remember a time when she wasn’t with me. My parents fought about what the counselors said. Why does it have to be somebody’s fault? The silence between them now is almost worse than the arguments.
I guess a family dinner is too optimistic. Dad goes to his study to eat. Mom doesn’t eat at all, despite the warm smell of fresh baked apple pie that fills the house. I stay in the kitchen, and watch Mrs. Chaney put everything away before she leaves for the evening.
“Lissa we need to do something about that room. Those paintings need to go, it’s time.” I stand outside my parents bedroom. The door is cracked. My dad sounds tired.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Lissa, they belong in an art gallery. We’re moving next month.”
“Their Lindsay’s.” My mom starts to cry.
There is a long pause. “Just think about it. We can’t keep on this way.” Dad goes into their bathroom.
I sit on the crate that holds all my things staring at the blue and green mural on my wall. Stacks of canvas lean against it ready to be removed; my mother has kept every piece I ever created since I was little. I poured out all my emotions, frustrations and joy in those pictures. My ideas of life played out in still life and motion using light and shadow as my medium. All the things I couldn’t say found form in my art. My favorite is the family portrait, which includes Lucy Jane. Mom and Dad come upstairs. They don’t look at me.
“Angels are in all her paintings.” My Dad picks up the family portrait.
“She called them the shiny people.”
“I’m sorry I pushed so hard.” Dad pulls mom close.
“I know, but you’re right. They belong in a gallery. It’s obvious she was gifted.”
The room grows bright. I turn. Lucy Jane stands behind me with two other shiny people. Lucy Jane holds out her hand. “It’s time to go.”
I hop off the crate. “What about mom and dad? They blame each other.”
The taller of the two shiny people’s aura shifts and brightens. “They are healing. We’ll be here.”
Dad kisses the top of mom’s head. I turn and take Lucy Jane’s hand. I know mom and dad won’t be alone, even if I do live with the shiny people now. They’ve always been with us.
Word Count 500 ©Juneta Key
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