An accident

An accident.
Flash fiction
By AJ O’Brien.

She was a total stranger to George,
but she lay in his arms.
The car hit her two minutes ago
as George walked home.
He rushed over and knelt beside her,
not knowing what to do.

“I’ve phoned an ambulance ” said a voice
from the gathering crowd.

“There’s an ambulance on the way. Okay.
Just hold on.” whispered George.

Her empty eyes looked up.

“What’s, what’s your name?”

“George. What’s yours?”

“Sally. I don’t. I don’t feel any pain.
Is that good, good or bad George?”

“I don’t know Sally. The ambulance will
be here real soon. Oh God. Please don’t die.”

Sally closed her eyes.
Blood began to trickle from her left ear.

“George? George? Where are you?”

“I’m here Sally. I’m here.”

“Tell me something nice George. Something happy.”
Sally whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Oh. Okay. I know. It’s my birthday today.
I’m having a party this evening.”

“That’s. That’s nice. Happy birth…”
Sally coughed up blood. A lot of blood.

“Oh God. Please hang on Sally. The ambulance
will be here any minute.” George began to cry.

“How. How old are you. Today George?”

” I’m twelve Sally. Twelve.”

Sally squeezed George’s hand.
“Two years older than me.
You’re my Knight in shining …”

Sally died.
And so did a part of George.

 

 

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Unjust

Unjust
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.

Gallows sightless, black
fear has arrived, hope has fled.
Thirteen steps to climb.

Blind. A hood of silk,
slip knot caressing her neck.
Preparing to bite.

She is innocent,
a matter of self defence.
And the trapdoor fell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desperation

Desperation
By AJ O’Brien.

And through darkness
with hope they tread
in search of the demon,
willing to return life
to an innocent, dead.

Silent love wrapped in rags
and the quest did end
upon a crimson hill,
time to meet
an unwanted friend.

Dancing, a shadow white
the beast did appear,
and the air was corrupted
as they both did knell,
two hearts drowning in fear.

Your God has forsaken thou
so you call upon me,
the King of the dead
deaths ancient dancer
beneath the Hanging Tree.

But worry not, cried the demon.
I shall return life to your daughter.
And in return, he sniggered,
One of you
I must slaughter.

 

 

 

 

A fall from on high

A fall from on high
By AJ O’Brien.

A thousand blazing Suns
from galaxies unknown
erupted from his eyes,
and climbing toward emptiness
whispered their goodbyes.

And the keeper of sorrows
held sadness at bay
as he collected the tears
on that lost and lonely day.

For an Angel of God
a liquid shadow
has fallen from grace,
and banished from Heaven
to reside beneath our mortal race.

Just one minute man

Just one minute man
By AJ O’Brien.

All set Mr. President,
I have a long way to fly
and when I arrive,
well you know the outcome
and so do I.
Clear skies lay ahead
let the darkness begin.
What you’re about to do,
not me,
Is a cardinal sin.

You’ve entered your code
so sit back and relax,
kick off your shoes
have a drink or two
while I tell you the facts.

I’m an LGM-30 Minuteman
Intercontinental ballistic missile
carrying three nuclear warheads,
and when I come down
I come down in style.
Payload 500 Kilotons
more than enough power
to destroy 50 Hiroshima’s,
and I shall be arriving
In just under one hour.
Cruising speed, 1500 mph
altitude 700 miles high
accuracy within 200 meters.
Bury your guilt
and kiss the dead goodbye.

Okay, target is dead ahead
given the final code to attack,
all warheads are fully armed
pray you’re doing the right thing,
there’s no turning back.
60 seconds to impact
coming down like a hammer from Hell,
30 seconds to impact
just enough time,
to sound the death knell.

Dammed

Dammed
By AJ O’Brien.

A dark soul has departed.

Climbing toward heaven
it tumbled and fell,
arriving quietly
in a town named Hell.

And their flesh is burning
and the dead keep dying,
pleading for an end
but Lucifer is lying.

Wretched heads embedded
upon spikes of gold,
their wicked thoughts
to the highest bidder sold.

Weeping belated tears
for a depraved past,
the newcomer
is into a furnace cast.

Whispers a dancing demon
with a practiced sign,
your soul is my soul
and forever you shall die.