In honour of the flash fiction comp over at the Aussie Owned and Read blog (of which I am a proud contributor) I have written a little flash fiction of my own.
Obviously I am not allowed to enter the comp, but I thought to inspire you to write some as well. It’s good practice and loads of fun!
Now, I didn’t use the photo over there as my inspiration, instead I watched some of the students I was supervising today at school. A bit random, I know, but hey, that’s just me.
So I hope you enjoy this little bit of writing. Feel free to leave a comment and tell me what you think 🙂
The Art of Assimilation
By Susan. M. Hocking
© March 2013
She sat in class trying to blend in. Actually, she wasn’t trying; she was excelling. Besides, her life depended on her ability to assimilate. Despite her pale, translucent skin, dark hair and lithe figure, no one seemed to notice that she was different.
On so many levels.
She chatted casually with the girls around her as if they had the world in common. She smiled and laughed, looking them in the eyes when she spoke. Just like any other normal girl their age. The other students were completely at ease around her.
Yes. She assimilated well, but whether that was due to her incredible acting skills or her ability to manipulate emotions, one couldn’t tell. That’s why she’d survived as long as she had.
There weren’t many of her kind left in the world. Hunted down and eliminated by The Others, one by one. She was one of the few left and she was determined to survive. So she carried on doing what she did best; blending in, acting normal, pretending to be human.
The only problem was; she hadn’t fooled me.
Yes, to the untrained eye she was just another human, albeit a supernaturally beautiful one, but I could see right through her carefully constructed veneer. Right through to the dark, swirling mass of evil deep within.
Except it wasn’t there.
It should have been. Every other one of her kind I’d hunted and destroyed had it inside them. That’s why we, The Others, did what we did, so they couldn’t spread their evil around the globe.
In place of the evil swirling mass was a bright blue light. In the centre it was a blue orb. Rays of brightness radiated out from it. It was so glorious it almost hurt to look at. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps she was not one of them, but something else entirely.
No. She was the one I was sent to destroy. She was one of them. I had to do my job. She had to be destroyed.
As if sensing my thoughts she jerked her head up in a sudden panic, her eyes boring straight into mine. Dark, soulful pools of chocolate, wide and fearful held my own eyes. Her lips, quivering ever so slightly, parted softly in a silent plea. I wouldn’t look away and be the one to break the connection. I couldn’t. It was as if our eyes were physically connected somehow.
They were always afraid when they recognised me, but never before had I been able to see anything resembling a soul in one of them.
My thoughts faltered. One half of my conscience telling me she was evil and must be obliterated, the other half recognising that she was different from the rest. Instead of my usual thirst for the destruction of one of these monsters, I was now curious. Could she be a genetic anomaly? Was she the only one, or were others of her kind like her? Imagine what we could learn if I could just capture her alive.