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FLASH FICTION SLOW BURN THRILLER
I Checked My Freezer for Ice. I Found Something Wrapped in Plastic.
I only opened the freezer because I wanted ice for my drink. Just a simple habit, something Iβd done a hundred times before. But when I reached in, my fingers brushed against something unexpected β smooth plastic, cold and rigid.
I pulled it out. The wrapping crinkled under my grip, thick layers of clear plastic wound tight around something solid. Heavy.
A deep red stain had seeped through in places, frozen into a dull maroon. My pulse pounded. My first thought was meat β something I must have bought and forgotten. But the shape was wrong. Too irregular.
I didnβt want to open it. Every instinct screamed at me not to. But my hands were already moving, peeling back the layers, revealing something pale beneath the frost.
Then I saw the fingers.
Curled slightly, nails trimmed, skin smooth except for the deep bruising at the joints. My breath came shallow, sharp, my vision narrowing to the hand resting limply in my palm.
My freezer door stood open, fog curling out like breath from a corpse. My drink sat forgotten on the counter, ice melting in the glass.
