Flash Fiction Friday
Meg picked at the sleeve of her coffee cup. The liquid inside had gone cool a long time ago, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t wanted any more. Luisa stood with her butt against the cabinets and her hands flat against the counter. She stared at the ground, working a piece of gum between her teeth.
At last, Meg looked up. “So now what are we supposed to do?”
Luisa blinked, as if she’d forgotten where she was. “I don’t know. Why would I know?”
“I mean, it was your idea.”
Luisa looked up and glared. “This was not my idea,” she snapped. “We were just going to have some fun, you know?”
“Yeah, well. It sure turned out well.”
Luisa didn’t say anything. She knew Meg was right, and it terrified her.
Meg pressed her lips together. “Should we call the cops?”
“Don’t be stupid, Meg. We can’t do that. What would we tell them?”
Meg tore off the cardboard sleeve and folded it in half. “I don’t know. We were taking a walk by the river. We just found him washed up on the side of the river.”
“Why?” said Luisa. She pushed herself away from the counter. “People go boating down there all the time. Someone will find him. Why should we associate ourselves at all?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Meg snapped. “It’s our fault he’s dead. We did it.”
“It’s not like we were trying,” Luisa said throwing up her arms. “How were we supposed to know his canoe was crappy? I mean, if he was going to lose control of it so easily, he shouldn’t have been going that close to a waterfall.”
“Somehow, I kind of think he wasn’t counting on us making waves.”
“Well, what did he expect after the way he treated us last week?” Luisa said, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. “It’s not like we were going to just let him get away with being a jerk.”
Meg slapped the coffee sleeve down on the table. “You’re not getting it! Johnny is dead because of us. We killed him! We could go to jail!”
“But we’re not going to,” Luisa insisted. She turned on the tap and held the glass underneath it.
“So? God, Luisa, don’t you care? We’re going to have to live knowing that forever. Don’t you care?”
Luisa smacked down on the tap. “Of course I care, but we can’t do anything about it now, can we? I mean, what’s the point of ruining our lives?”
Meg ran her fingers through her hair. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I wish this hadn’t happened.”
“I’m not a genie,” Luisa said. She took a sip of water.
For a moment, the girls remained silent, listening to the tick of the clock and the gurgle from the refrigerator.
Then, Luisa set her cup of water down. “So, what are you going to do?”