For Writetober Flash Fiction:

My alarm didn’t go off on that morning.

Or maybe it did and I didn’t hear it.

Or maybe it did go off and I don’t remember it going off because it doesn’t seem very important anymore.

I jumped out of bed that morning because my bedroom was filled with blue flashing lights- not red flashing lights but blue.

I don’t know how it works in your neighborhood, but blue flashing lights in my neighborhood means that the police are paying you a visit and given that my room was lit up like a roller disco, I assumed that there was more then one car out there.

Then I heard a dog barking and I heard my husband’s voice and I heard him shout my name.

” Tabby! Tabby! Damn it Tabby! ”

My lip curled, as it always did when he said my name.

I sailed to the window from my bed- that’s what it felt like. Like I was skating or floating to the window.

I pushed the curtains aside, I pressed my face against the glass.

There he was my husband, he was looking up at me and shaking his head and then I looked down and I saw the body under the sheet and the little yellow numbered flags and the blue lights flashed and clicked on and on and my dog would not stop barking.

I called to Tris and I heard him race up the stairs and I heard his nails skidding along the wooden floor and when I turned around he wasn’t there. I could hear him barking and then I heard Cal shout for Tris to shut the hell up.

How dare he, I thought to myself. How dare he talk that way to the only creature in my life that- what I thought. What? It didn’t matter I started to pound on the window. ” Don’t you yell at my dog like that! Don’t  you dare!”

” I’m going to twist that mutt’s head right off of his neck if he doesn’t SHUT THE HELL UP!” my husband roared.

I saw three Officers surround my husband. I saw them reach out for him. I could see them trying to calm him down.

Good luck with that, I thought.

” It’s that damn dog of hers! I told her she needed to stop it from all of that barking  or else I was going to-”

They turned my husband around. I saw one of them cuff him.

Then he turned back and looked up at me in the window.

His face was pale, he was saying ” I told you! Look. She’s right there. Look! Look there she is! That’s not her. I told  you. Look up there in the window! There she is with her freaking DOG.”

“His name is Tristan you bottom feeding jerk.” I roared back.

Nobody looked up at me except for my husband.

When I was sure he could actually see me, I raised my hand. Then I flipped him off. Then I waved good bye.

My dog sat next to me. I could hear his tail swishing from side to side and for the first time in a long time-

I smiled.

 

My alarm didn’t go off on that morning. 

Or maybe it did and I didn’t hear it.

Or maybe it did go off and I don’t remember it going off because it doesn’t seem very important anymore.