Joanna looked out the jet’s window as it achieved cruising altitude, enjoying briefly the fantasy of existing between two worlds.
Heaven and earth.
Heaven? The arbiter of her better instincts laughed. Only a fool believes heaven is for the likes of you. Murderer!
She thought of Callie, confined to a wheelchair in a place where the poor were forgotten. Callie hadn’t been much of a mother, but even a bad mother meant something to a hungry heart.
The things we do, she thought, blinking back angry tears and crumbling a Styrofoam cup. The offers accepted.
And so it begins…
Word count: 100
Author’s Note: This story is the fourth installment to a series of flash fiction stories I’ve written: ‘Not a Vindictive Man,’ ‘Long Live the Queen,’ and ‘Make an Offer and Then Get Out.’ I may have a bit more to say about Joanna in the future.
This new installment is written in response to two challenges: Two Shoes Tuesday (found here), which challenged writers to write a story utilizing the words ‘fantasy’ and ‘fool;’ and 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups (found here) which challenged writers to write a story with the words ‘and so it begins…’