Flash Fiction - Blackout

This text makes part of a collection of very short stories whose objective is to keep my English fluency alive. (Cement, Public, Blackout)

The city was facing a blackout due to an overload of the electric system.

A woman was leaving the third meeting in a row when the blackout happened. Her feeling was just disappointing because there's still a lot of work ahead on that day. Electricity was fundamental.

She then took the time to check over her WhatsApp messages. For her no surprise there were twenty messages from her partner. She used to love her. But since she was promoted at work, her duties have considerably increased and in the same proportion, her girlfriend has become more and more lacking in affection. She never realized how needy her girlfriend was until last month.

She left the messages from her partner for the last reading position. She knew all of that was about. Attention charges.

After she analyzed and responded to work messages, she turned her attention over her girlfriend's messages. As she knew there was a lot of emotional blackmail. The last message was a punch in the stomach.

"I am here telling you I will kill myself if you do not even read my damn messages."

Her partner had done those threats before. It was only to make her feel bad for giving more attention to work then for the relationship.

She continued reading some reports while the notebook's battery does not end.

***

On the other side of the city, a young woman was suffering. She felt her whole world was falling apart. Her beloved girlfriend was being cold to her for a while. 

They two used to be always together but since this new job appeared they ware not the same anymore. 

Maybe she had met another woman. Maybe what they two have wasn't enough anymore. Maybe she found some other extraordinary people to go out with.

None of her efforts seems to affect her "always busy" girlfriend. She tried everything.

The worst part is the "no" conversation between them. She doesn't know the new needs of her partner. She was feeling so confused and out of the place lately.

But today she would do the last call. Today she will once for all know what was really happen.

During her pause from the work in the morning, she sent some text messages to her girlfriend. 

For her no surprise, she didn't see the messages. Then she continued sending text messages exposing her feeling, her needs, and her fears. And she still paying no attention.

She was not able to work on that day. She gave some silly excuse and left work. 

She walked through a public square when she found a bench to sit and continue to send messages. 

She did her last call: "I am here telling you I will kill myself if you do not even read my damn messages."

When she typed another message she noticed that the message didn't arrive. Her only thought was: she blocked me?!

That was too much to handle she stood up and started to walk unconsciously of what was happening around her.

She didn't see when a car hitter her while she was crossing the street. She flew and brutally landed over a hard cement. 

***

The man was driving not knowing that a blackout just happened. He thought that the light was green but a young woman appeared in front of his car. He tried to stop his car but was too late. His car ran over the young woman.

***

Late in that night, two policemen knocked on the door of a woman. 

They told her what happened with the young woman and that she was dead due to a car accident.

The woman then asked an excuse for a minute. When she came back she brought the telephone number of young woman's parents.

- Take this. Is the phone number os her parents. We were just friends and not too close. Thank you. Goodnight.

Flash Fiction - The Pharaoh's Deliberation

This text makes part of a collection of very short stories whose objective is to keep my English fluency alive. (Pharaoh, Pupil and Ancestor)

***
It was a regular day in Egypt.

A man called to Pharaoh's attention the following fact: the plantation and harvest were not occurring as expected.

The Pharaoh then remained in silence waiting for the end of the man's words.

That fact followed his thoughts to bed and took from him the free will to sleep.

He was inquiring himself: What am I doing wrong for the Gods do not bless us with an abundant harvest?

***

The moon gave room for quite fabulous sunlight.

Another man came to Pharaoh's presence. This one was not a regular man. He was a scribe. This particular scribe had the dutty to write the Book of The Dead of Pharao's life. The book that will be used for Osiris himself to judge his spirit, in order to decide whether Pharaoh deserves to enter into Paradise or not. 

Pharaoh felt sick when the man asked him about the goods that he has been doing to write it down to the book. He feels that he needs to do something to have an abundant harvest. Only this way he would feel worthy to pass through Osiris's test.

With the excuse that he was not feeling well, Pharaoh ordered the scribe to leave him alone. After some minutes Pharaoh asked for one servent a cup of mandrake tea. He needed to sleep.

While Pharaoh was sipping his tea, his pupils were getting dilated and his eyelids havier... He was finally ready to let himself go to the land of dreams.

Then Pharaoh listens to a man calling his name. There was fog everywhere. He couldn't see the man's face but he recognized the voice. That voice belonged to his grandfather. His ancestor.

That voice told him that Osiris was not satisfied with his administration and because of that, the whole Egipt was suffering from a poor harvest. That voice told also that Pharaoh must find a way to compensate Osiris for all the blessings and teaching that he gave to the men.

When Pharaoh woke up from his sleep time, he saw a soft fog in the air.

The Pharaoh then starts to deliberate about what he should do with the information that he just received from his Grandfather.

And another morning has stared ...

***

Pharaoh called the servants and initiate the following speech:

Osiris is not satisfied with us. That's why our plantation and harvest are suffering. My orders are: bring to me, in three days, your best-tamed animal for the great sacrifice in name of Osiris.

The servents did what was asked for then. The ritual of sacrifice has started.

The Pharaoh was sit in your throne watching the ritual with a cup of mandrake tea slowly sipping it. A fog came to him and from inside of it that voice said: Well done Grandson.

The End.