Flash Fiction: Scared

The challenge over at TerribleMinds this week was to write a three-sentence horror story.

Writing a three-sentence story is always hard. But after much deliberation, I came up with one. There was but a single problem: although it’s about fear, it’s not really “horror”. As such. So although this isn’t an entry into Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenge, I hope you like it.

Scared

Maude smoothed the crisp white sheet on her lap and said, “When I was a girl I was scared of monsters, but now I’m more scared of Alzheimer’s and dementia and losing my mind so I don’t remember what I was saying two minutes ago. I want you to promise me, son, that if that happens to me, you’ll do whatever it takes to help me die quickly and with dignity. Because when I was a girl I was scared of monsters, but now I’m more scared of Alzheimer’s and dementia and losing my mind so I don’t remember what I was saying two minutes ago.”

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9 responses to “Flash Fiction: Scared

  1. This suggests a fourth sentence to me that makes it a horror, I think… but it’s a bit gruesome so I won’t utter it.

  2. That fear, is true horror! The worst is those ocaasional clear moments when they realize, what a repetitive hell they live in and that it will swallow them up again before they can say BOO.
    Great choice!!

    • Thanks, Judith. When I tried to think of something that terrified me, that’s what I came up with. I’m not sure whether it’s worse to be in the mother’s position, though, or the son’s.

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