“Pennangalan” by Paris E. Crenshaw III
Flash Fiction of 100 words or less.
- Listen to the audio version. (1:30min)
- Read the text version:
Pennangalan
Cora’s mother had warned her. She’d married David anyway. When the Navy transferred him Stateside, she followed.
Mother was right, though. It was in her blood, too.
Blood. There was so much. Mostly hers. David’s was almost gone. She’d clean up later—after she’d pulled herself together.
She called in sick—how else could she explain it? Someone else would need to take the night shift at the hospital now.
Her writhing intestines uncoiled from the receiver. She dragged them across the room over her headless body. She was still thirsty.
Cora opened the window and floated into the night.
