Totally stealing Mur’s idea of writing a flash fic for They Might Be Giants songs. But I’m doing it for Fall Out Boy’s Folie à Deux album. Borrowing the ideas of the songs. All of these fics will fit into the novel series I’m writing called Sarah’s Requiem. Think of the stories as a prequel to the novel. So you’re getting a sneak peek of what’s to come.
Sarah Doyle is a consultant to the Downtown Chicago’s Police District, mostly it’s homicide division. She lives and works with her best friend Iyana Jones, who is a journalist and wanna be Romance novelist. Sarah’s unique quirks make her disliked by all at the police force, except a few close friends.
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Disloyal Order of the Water Buffaloes
by Tabitha Grace Smith
Iyana’s head was pounding. She blinked several times, focusing on the ceiling.
What happened?”
Iyana tried to focus on something beyond the parade drum resounding in her head. She moved her hand and felt the softness of sheets, a pillow and her clothes. She was on a bed. How did that happen?
Last thing she had remembered was Sarah and Jeremy laughing as she sipped on another bottle of blueberry beer. It had been night, late. They had just finished a case. But now it was light, enough light to be late morning or afternoon at least.
Iyana blinked again, trying to focus. Jeremy had brought roses. And some CD that made Sarah’s eyes laugh with delight. It was nice to see Sarah so happy.
But what happened next?
“Sarah?” Iyana felt her voice crack stiffly. She felt dry. Had she drank too much last night? It wasn’t something she normally did. Maybe she was trying to celebrate Sarah being so happy. “Sarah?”
She laid there. Sarah would come. Sarah always came. They had been best friends for so long. If there was one thing that Iyana could rely on it was that Sarah always came.
Iyana blinked again, slowly. This was more than a hangover. She’d experienced hangovers. This wasn’t a hangover. Where was Sarah?
“Sarah?!”
Slowly she brought her hand up to her forehead. A white flash of pain made her body tense. Her head hurt. What was wrong with her?
There was a dull thud at the door.
Iyana tried focusing on the sound, but her head was swimming with pain now. Bringing her hand up to her face she saw sticky, half-dried blood. Panic siezed her stomach. Not a hangover, she thought.
Another dull thud at the door made her almost snap her head. And she regretted the movement. “Ghhhhhhhah!” Iyana said, biting her lip. “Get up Jones,” she said to herself. “What’s a little pain compared to the delicious pancakes that you’re gonna make yourself afterwards?”
There was an even louder thud at the door.
Iyana’s eyebrows drew together in a fierce line. “Would you cut that out? Either kill me or stop it.” She grumbled and rose out of bed slowly. “But water torturing the door isn’t gonna make me break.” As soon as she was upright she blinked to clear the fuzzy haze that was clouding her vision.
“Great, spinny room.” Iyana said closing her eyes again. “Not what I ordered.”
She sat for awhile, until she dared risk the room’s equilibrium going off. Then she blinked, her green eyes watering, but the room seemed to be staying in place. “Whose there?”
Another thud at the door.
“Look, SOUNDS aren’t WORDS.” Iyana shot up to her feet and nursed her head with her hand. “I’m coming out there.” Walking across the floor she realized she was in the townhouse she shared with Sarah. “Goodness,” Iyana grumbled. “It’s probably just Justice playing with his stupid rubber ball. That dumb dog.”
The thud happened again. Iyana took a deep breath. “I’m coming Justice but I don’t want to play fetch right now, okay?” Putting a hand on the door knob she turned it and pulled the door open. “Maybe Sarah will —”
As soon as the door opened Iyana looked down at Sarah, calmly tied to one of the dinning room chairs. Sarah blinked up at her, straining at the gag in her mouth.
“Sarah! What hapened.”
“Gupmfffff.” Sarah said, shooting Iyana a dirty look.
“Oh right, sorry.” Iyana moved quickly, almost forgetting the pain in her head, and untied Sarah. Sarah jumped out of the chair and rubbed her wrists.
“I’m so glad you’re allright Iyana. The way you fell out of the bed… I thought he’d killed you.”
“I fell out of a bed?”
Sarah’s eyes went dark for a moment. “Yes, I’m very sorry my friend. You did. We need to get your head looked at.”
“What happened? Why were you tied up? How did I fall out of bed?”
“Jeremy.” Sarah said simply.
“Your boyfriend?”
Sarah was already on her way to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder. “Apparently we’ve broken up.”
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Sarah’s Requiem Flash Fiction by Tabitha Grace Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at www.fantabzulous.com.
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