#FridayFlash: FlashFic: Leaving

Flash fiction by JC Rosen

Photo by Dinner Series


After putting the last unisuit into the case, Tessa sealed it in, taming the overflow. She took a sad look around the unit. Her gaze stopped on a holo from a few years ago. They looked so happy. Tessa closed her eyes and blew out a breath. It was a long time since happy. She trudged through the hatch and spun the lock. It was over.

Tony still left gifts outside the hatch to Petra’s unit two months later. No surprise he figured out where she went when she left him. Ear drops, tongue fizzles, even a real flower one day. So lovey – if she didn’t know him so well. Creepers since she did.

Alry and Petra’s relief when she left surprised Tessa. She hadn’t hid the bruises as well as she thought. Her friends were encouraging, helping her through the fearsome fits and backflashers. Tony’s little presents didn’t help. They weren’t meant to help.

The gifts stopped, replaced by notes. Sweet words, cajoling tones. She could hear Tony’s voice, all soft and kind like in the beginning, when she read them. Petra tossed the first one into the cycler. Tessa saw the wisdom and cycled them each upon arrival. She went cold and still when the first angry note arrived, though. Petra didn’t throw that one in the cycler. She kept it for the law takers. Kept it and all the ones following. Alry insisted on giving her a lasertaze to carry in her handsack. “Better to have it and be safe,” he told her. Tessa put the taze in her sack, hand shaking.

Ever since, she was freakered, imagining she saw Tony in the sea of workers commuting each day. Ridiculous. His work assignment was too precious to him. He’d never risk it coming all the way to this side of the dome during worktime. She shook it off again today, forcing herself not to reach into her sack and clutch the lasertaze.

Working late was super sour, but she took a wage slice moving across dome. The overwage helped. Tessa scurried to join a group of people waiting to cross a pedi zone. She caught a single glimpse of Tony off to the side, his eyes glittering in the genny light. The crowd surged forward and Tessa was carried along, her belly shivering. No freakering this time. The taze was cool against her palm.

She took a crosswise pedi zone on the other side, ending up across the motor zone on another blocking. A mob of people was in front of the flimsiplex. A sensiflimsi must have just ended. She mixed into the crowd. A small group broke free, walking a blocking before taking the next pedi zone. She walked beside a woman. Tessa figured seeming like an anonymous couple in the dim lighting might hide her.

Her walking partner shot her a look when Tessa kept up to the next blocking. Survival instinct told her to shift her path. She joined people taking the left pedi at the next turnout. She felt more than actually tweaked a look at the danger behind her. More freakering? She gave in and tapped her temple, muttering Petra’s name to buzz up her vidscreen. “I think Tony’s following me,” she squeaked to her friend’s image.

Alry yelled from the background, “Where are you?” She darted a look at the glowbox on the building and read it quietly. “Law takers are on the way,” he called out. “They have your PhysIdent. They’ll find you.”

“Bono, Alry. Breaking comm, need clear thought.” Without waiting, Tessa tapped her temple twice and reached into her sack to grip the lasertaze.

Hurrying through the next pedi, leaving complaints in her wake, she heard her name called out. Breath caught in her throat, she threw a glance over her shoulder. Tony pushed his way through the group. His thunderous face made her go cold, her feet heavy and slow. A roaring filled her ears as she tried to drag in air. Numb fingers gripped the taze.

He grabbed her shoulder roughly and yanked her back against him. At the same moment, something cold and sharp bit her throat. An actual old-timey knife? “Come with me, Tessa,” he hissed, pulling her back even harder.

“Yes, Tony. I’ll go with you. Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered.

Vicious laughter sent warm breath against her ear. “You’ll get what you deserve. No more, no less,” he warned. As she trembled, the knife cut more deeply. She felt hot blood dribble from the cut. Anger boiled in her belly as she thought what he put her through, before and after she left. What he was putting her through now. A flick of her wrist in the sack.


A smoking hole in the sack told the story as much as the shock paralyzed on Tony’s face. He dropped like a plasteel chunk. Tessa held her hand to her bloody throat, relief flooding her as she took in the sight of him, still and gurgling. The shiny blade clattered, falling with him. The law takers surrounded him as one gently tugged her away.

Dazed, shaking within her warm mylar cocoon, she held up her chin so the medic could seal the slash. She heard Petra’s distant voice. Tessa opened her eyes and startled. Petra was right next to her. “Tessa, you’re safe. It’s bono, you tazed him.” Her friend’s hand was warm as it cupped her cheek.

Tessa replayed the scene over and over as the medic finished. Her thoughts alternated between Tony falling and that hateful look on his face beforehand. “Where is he?” Her whisper was hoarse.

Alry leaned in to where she sat in the medimotor. “All smooth, Tessa. The taze wore off and the takers got him talking to a lawbot now. He’ll be underground longtime. You stopped him.”

“All bono, yeah?” Petra’s smile sparked a faint one from Tessa.

“Bono, yeah.” She did it. She stopped him. Super smooth.



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13 thoughts on “#FridayFlash: FlashFic: Leaving

  1. MarcNash (@21stCscribe) February 8, 2013 at 3:53 am Reply

    I love the language these future people speak. Something about its flipness suggested to me a diminished ability to experience or at least be in tune with their emotions. I don’t know if this was what you were aiming for, but it certainly worked for me


    • JC Rosen February 8, 2013 at 3:26 pm Reply

      I’m utterly thrilled to see your comment. Yes, we distance ourselves from our emotions for a variety of reasons, individually and as a society. I imagine that snowballs over time. Thank you so much, Marc.

      Take care,


  2. Johanna Harness February 8, 2013 at 9:31 am Reply

    I’m with her all the way through this. I love the descriptions of items that feel easily recognizable, yet different. The slang is great too.


    • JC Rosen February 8, 2013 at 3:28 pm Reply

      Thanks so much, Johanna. It was a difficult piece to write for personal reasons. I hope it injected some realism despite the futuristic nature. Love that the “future speak” worked, too!

      Take care,


  3. Deanna Schrayer February 8, 2013 at 10:08 am Reply

    I too love the language here Jess. You’ve built a highly believeable (and scary) world. Having been stalked before I can attest to the fear she feels and you did a super job of describing that fear. Great story all around!


  4. JC Rosen February 8, 2013 at 3:30 pm Reply

    I’m so very sorry to hear you’ve been through it, too. I wasn’t sure where this piece was going when I started. It began rather innocently, but took a sharp turn for me. I’m glad it worked for you. Thank you, Deanna.

    Take care,


  5. John Ross Barnes (@BarnestormJohn) February 9, 2013 at 2:54 am Reply

    I agree on the language turns. Reminds me of both Gibson and Robb in the feel, but with a variant flavor, something about the spareness. Also, emotional but detached, desperate yet still –


    • JC Rosen February 14, 2013 at 1:17 pm Reply

      Wow, Gibson and Robb? High praise. Thank you, John. I tried to fast forward through the evolution language might take by reviewing the evolution of the past. Your characterization of the result is essentially what I wanted. Much appreciated.

      Take care,


  6. mazzz in leeds February 9, 2013 at 11:16 am Reply

    I don’t mea n to sound like an echo, but I too loved the lingo! I liked the future setting for this, very bono!


    • JC Rosen February 14, 2013 at 1:18 pm Reply

      Echo away and thank you! Between us, I was afraid I laid it on a bit thick with the lingo, but it felt like it belonged in the setting. I’m happy it worked for you.

      Take care,


  7. Icy Sedgwick February 11, 2013 at 5:47 am Reply

    Scary that even in the future, when we assume people will be more reasonable, you still get assholes. Still, at least she freed herself.


    • JC Rosen February 14, 2013 at 1:20 pm Reply

      It’s a problem which has always existed and I doubt it will come to an end despite the idealized view of the future. I only hope it becomes easier for women to free themselves than it did for Tessa. Would be nice if it did so very soon, for that matter. Thank you, Icy.

      Take care,


  8. Bev February 15, 2013 at 1:48 pm Reply

    Yeah, wow- the language. Broken record here but that really did it for me.


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