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Nadirah Foxx  

Frisky Friday Flashy Fiction

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Happy Friday! Another week is in the books. Another weekend of packing begins…

Our time in Atlanta is coming to an end. With the overly hot temps, it will be a relief to leave them behind. My excitement about moving to California has dwindled, though. Not because I don’t want to go. I look forward to being united with my husband. I want my daughter to have the opportunity to finally work in the industry she’s dreamed of.

My issue goes back to the fear of earthquakes. At one point, I was terrified of driving and possibly stopping beneath an underpass. It took nearly a year for me to lose that anxiety when we moved to Atlanta. I was also scared of living in apartments. My requirement was only two floors, and we had to be on the second floor. Those reminders came barreling back this past week. Our goal had been to move into a house (even a rented one). Well, it won’t be ready in time. We’ll be staying in…an apartment for a few weeks. So…yeah… Fears returned.

Anyway…

Are you ready for the next installment of Deception?

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Deception

Part Twenty-Two

Apryl Atkins

It had been a long time since I’d seen Roberta. She gave me a sly smile and then winked. My sister wasn’t the unstable twit everyone assumed she was. They called her crazy, but my younger sibling wasn’t. Besides, that wasn’t an acceptable term for schizophrenics. The night we killed our parents, she had a mental break. Over the years, with proper treatment, Roberta was undoubtedly lucid.

Now I had to push her limits.

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“Glad to be out?” I asked.

She stretched and yawned. Rubbing her fingers through her tangled blonde locks, she asked, “What do you think? A person can only take talking to a shrink for so long before they actually lose their damn mind.”

“True.” But losing one’s mind meant there was one worth losing. “It’s time for us to make like a couple of ghosts.”

“Again? What about Mary?”

“On a plane.” I spoke to Roberta as if she had the mental capacity of a toddler. Sometimes she did. “We’re meeting her.”

“Where?”

“The airport. We need to go.” When my sister dragged her feet, I yelled, “Now, Roberta!”

She rolled her eyes, but put a little pep in her step.

It would take a few hours for us to reach the airport. When we arrived, Mary would get a fucking surprise. Roberta could do the honors. While the police dragged her back to the asylum, I’d board a plane and leave all of this behind.

It was the only way to clean up the mess.

Thanks to our half-sister’s screw-ups, we had a goddamned detective snooping into our affairs. If he didn’t back down, I’d have to put him out of his misery, too.

But honestly, I grew tired of cleaning up. So exhausted of it all.

Calvin Reeves

The asylum, just outside of Blowing Rock, was the typical bastion dedicated to housing the criminally insane. Plain beige brick exterior with a tall gate and protective mesh on all the windows. No one roamed the grounds, unless you counted Sheriff Fogle’s team. 

The sheriff and her deputies had relegated me to waiting outside while they searched the building. Leaning against her truck, I crossed my arms and tried to make sense of all Amy told me. 

Three sisters. If the doctors had Roberta locked up the entire time, did that mean Apryl was responsible for all the killings? What role did Mary play?

For all I knew, Mary was the guilty party. No one had seen Apryl for years. Maybe she couldn’t deal with the death of her parents. She might be an innocent bystander, but deep down, I didn’t buy that argument. I suspected both girls were responsible. Whether Roberta was a part of the scheme depended on what the sheriff found inside.

Speaking of which…

The woman barreled toward me. She didn’t look happy at all.

“What did you learn?” I asked.

“Get in! Now!”

I ran around to the passenger side. Yanking open the door, I hopped into the cab. Amy jumped in and cranked the engine before the doors shut completely.

“What’s going on?”

“Roberta’s with Apryl.”

“What?”

“They’re here. We just missed them.”

“Any idea where they’re headed?”

“One of my deputies said Apryl was spotted driving toward the airport.” The sheriff side-glanced at me. “State troopers are on their way. We’ll stop them.”

I sure hoped so.

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