Flash Fiction 250 Words
It's a nightly routine. Sometimes, I'm up more than once, checking the doors, basement and peeking our the window.
I'm exhausted. It makes Helen mad when I tell her, "No one's here." I lay awake trying to sleep, while Helen sleeps.
What a retirement! Helen isn't able to do much. She's scared, won't leave the house. She's drives me crazy with
her mannerisms. She plays with a handkerchief, balls it up, smoothes it, and rolls it up again. "What are you doing? I asked.
She replied, "You never know when you might need one." Her latest thing really got me - when I talked she stared at my
mouth, moved her lips, and didn't make a sound. The first time it happened I laughed. She opened her mouth, bobbed her head,
and swayed with a silent laugh.
I found help on the internet for Helen's sleep. I told her, "Read it." She replied, "I don't have any syndrome, someone
is trying to break in. No, I'm not going to the doctor."
Tonight is different. Helen is asleep. I slip out of bed.
At the convenience store, I pour my coffee and sit at a table. I phone Zac, "I'm at the store."
He replies, "I will take care of business."
Too bad Helen wouldn't read the article, "The Exploding Head Syndrome."
Zac's bullet will explain it to her. She will sleep good tonight.