Flash Fiction – Karma

“Do we know anyone from Colorado?” Louise asked her husband.

“Don’t think so. Why?” Henry said without looking up from the newspaper.

Louise held the curtain aside to get a better look. The license plate was definitely out of state. “Maybe they’re visiting the Kingstons.”

“Are they parked on our lawn again? There’re still ruts from last time.” The memory of his injured grass and the difficulties it caused every time he brought out the lawn mower had him out of his seat and joining Louise at the window.

“They’re more on the street than our lawn.”

“Maybe I should go out and talk to them. The Kingstons’ driveway is plenty big enough for them to have guests park in their driveway. At the very least they should have them parking on their lawn.”

“Wait, Henry. I’m not sure the car belongs to the Kingstons.” Louise reached out to bring him closer to the window.

“Well, what are they doing then?”

Louise didn’t answer, just let him look for himself.

“Doesn’t look like they’re reading directions.”

“No, they’re getting out.”

“Get away from the window,” Henry said pulling her with him as he backed away. “They must be selling something. If they see us they won’t let us get away with not answering the door.”

“Colorado’s a long way for them to come if they’re trying to sell something. Maybe they’re just lost.” Louise let the curtain drop a little to hide her watchful eyes from anyone in the car.

Henry went to the table and refolded the paper.

“There’s a dog in the back. It looks like they’re letting him out to walk.”

Henry was back at the window. “They better not let their mutt do his business on my lawn.”

“That would be horribly inconsiderate. Can you imagine? On a complete stranger’s lawn.”

“If they do, they’d better clean it up. They’ll be eating it if they don’t.”

“Henry,” Louise said with a little shake of the head.

The dog sniffed at the post supporting the mailbox. Henry’s hand went to Louise’s shoulder and gave a little squeeze. But the dog wasn’t interested and meandered across the street to explore the Kingstons’ carefully manicured lawn.

Their stone walkway was lined with lawn jockeys lighting the way and protecting clusters of tulips and hyacinth. Gnomes worked at the roots of the shrubs on either side of the front step. The dog went to investigate and proved to be dissatisfied with the way they’d been doing their jobs.

Relieved in every way, the dog checked the road before crossing the street and jumping back into the car, pleased with the encouragement he received from his owner. The car pulled away and turned around in Louise and Henry’s driveway before driving back in the direction it had come from.

“I thought you were gonna tell them off?” Louise let the curtain fall and went back to clipping coupons at her seat.

“Eh,” Henry said as he stood smiling at the window.


5 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – Karma

  1. Deanna Schrayer says:

    I too like the mystery in this and that you allowed a natural ending. Welcome to Friday Flash!

    • Lauryn E. Nosek says:

      I’m glad you liked the ending. One of the things I love trying to capture is the surprises that are natural responses to things. Hoping to participate in Friday Flash a lot more often now that I know about it.

  2. Beverly Fox says:

    Yeah, i was expecting a big reveal, too. This was a nice surprise.
    May favorite part was the character’s voices- you captured them well.

    Welcome to friday flash!

  3. mlkabik says:

    This is a very well constructed piece. I appreciated how you didn’t feel the need to go head over heals with a climax or to perform the ever present surprise ending (for instance, making the Colorado folks bank robbers or something). Instead you chose to craft a story that can stand by its own merit.

    A pleasure to read, thanks.

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