He pries out one of her eyeballs with the tip of a screwdriver and rolls it between his fingers while her good eye stares out at him. He’d expected to see some blood. Maybe if he pushes the screwdriver through it? He considers it for a second before dropping the orb into his pocket to play with later.
Picking up the scissors he trims her eyelashes down to the roots, careful to keep it neat. Some hairs stick to the back of his hand and he angrily wipes them away, annoyed with himself that he’d forgotten to put on gloves. After cutting off her slutty clothes and making sure not to look in places that he shouldn’t do, he vents his frustration over the gloves and hacks rough clumps out of her hair. He only stops when the banging breaks his concentration.
“Tommy!” The door rattles it in its frame. “Tommy. Open the door.”
He scrapes up the clothes and hair, brushing any strands that escape across the floor to blend in with the carpet. After throwing a t-shirt over her, he bundles her underneath the bed along with everything else. The scissors are held tightly behind his back as he opens the door.
“Where’s my Sindy?” His sister shoves past him into the bedroom.
“How would I know?” He shrugs, a thin grin drawn across his face.
“I’m telling Mom!” She stamps around his room hands on hips.
“Telling Mom what?” he asks, closing the door behind them.
Established in 1973, Steve Campbell is a full-time designer and part-time writer. He’s written articles for design blogs and print magazines, and self-published two coffee-table design books. His flash fictions can be found online at: sicklitmagazine.com, adhocfiction.com and standondog.com
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