Who is it?

        The life of an assassin isn’t easy. I’m always on the run After a while, all the hotel rooms look alike—ground floor, cheerless modern.

        When my latest assignment came in an encrypted email message, I slumped down in the chair. Ricardo Perez, the Mexican gang lord, had resurfaced in Cancun.

        I was sad to see that he still existed. We’d crossed paths before. Why didn’t he stay dead?

        Someone knocked at the door, and I closed the laptop. “Who is it?”

        “Room service.” The accent was Spanish.

        “Adios, amigo.” I grabbed my gun and jumped out the window.

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Vampires vs. Zombies

          “That’s enough of that!” Alison Higley thumbed the remote and turned off the TV.    

        “What didja do that for, Mom?” Jayden asked. He lay on the floor with his head propped on a couch pillow.

        She reached for her ipad. “I don’t want you to watch zombies.”

        “They’re funny. All the kids watch this show.”

         “Zombies are disgusting.” She swiped the screen.

        “You watch vampires.”

        “They’re different.”

        “They drink blood. Yuck!”

        She looked at her son. “Zombies eat brains. They’ve done frightful things.”

         “Zombies are make-believe.”

        She laughed. “And vampires aren’t?”

        “Justin Bieber’s a vampire. You said he sucked.”

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Scientific Excuse

        The men in white lab coats crowded around Jeremy, peering over his shoulders at the computer screen.

        He sat with itchy fingers on the mouse. “It’s bad,” he said. “The data doesn’t prove our theory.”

        One of the scientists adjusted his glasses. “It worked the last time. What should we do?”

        “We’ll lose funding,” another man said. “There goes my job.”

        “It’s a simple fix,” Jeremy said. He pressed delete.

        “What did you just do?”

        “The data’s gone. A computer malfunction. We’ll have to start over.”

        “That’s unethical.”

        Jeremy smiled. “If we stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.” 

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Loud Mouth

This flash fiction is a little late. The prompt: It was as if she didn't understand the concept of "shut up."

        The zookeeper’s day began before dawn, but the birds were already active in the free-flight aviary. Blue and gold macaws, bright yellow parakeets, and white cockatoos darted among the branches. The loudest bird was Gabby, a green Amazon parrot.

        She had become the zookeeper’s favorite, squawking to greet him each morning.

         “Shut up!” he’d yell.

        And she answered back, “Shut up!” It was as if she didn’t understand the concept of “shut up.”

        This morning the zookeeper had woken up with a headache. He yelled, “Be quiet!” and waited, expecting Gabby to mimic his words.

        Finally, she answered, “Shut up!”