Happy Halloween, everybody!! Here’s a little something for your trick-or-treat bag — a little horror flash fiction entitled “There In The Bags.”
This was one of my entries into Microfiction Monday Magazine’s 100-Word Horror Story Challenge. It was rejected by the publisher, while two other of my submissions were selected. I still have a soft spot in my heart for this one, though, because it’s just a brainless little gory ghost story.
Enjoy. 🙂
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“There in the Bags.”
Us little people dump the bags in the hospital basement – not them six-figure docs.
The trick is not thinkin’ about what’s in ‘em. It’s tough. I mean … they’re bright red, and the big black letters say “MEDICAL WASTE.”
My co-worker Barry’s a jerk. Keeps laughing and reminding me what’s in there – placentas, blood, gangrened burn tissue … maybe even a severed arm. Barry jokes that maybe a departed soul from a dead man will get lost and wind up there in the bags. Try to come back.
I want Barry here, now. God, I do.
One bag just moved.
Oooh, nicely done, Eric!
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Thank you, Sir! 🙂
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Ewww. Never thought of doing a job like that on a day like these.
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