“UH-OH” by SON AND FOE

“GOOD MORNING, HON.”

I walk into the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot. I’d set it up the night before, so it starts percolating right away. My wife doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. She is probably just tired.

Bleary, I rub my eyes. I feel tired, but not enough to yawn. Or maybe too much to yawn. My mouth is full of cotton. I pull a cotton ball out of my mouth, then another and another, but it still doesn’t help. Bone dry. I walk over to the cabinet and pull down a glass, fill it with tap water at the sink. I take a sip from the glass while I wait to wake up and for the coffee to finish, only to spit the water right back out. It tastes funny…

But water doesn’t taste funny. Water doesn’t taste like anything at all. Something is wrong, something’s amiss! My mind races until it hits me, all of the sudden, like a bowling ball to the back of the head:

I am dead, and so is my wife.

And so, dear reader, are you. (end)

Note: While we don’t want to discourage anyone from submitting a flash fiction piece where one or more of the main characters are dead and don’t quite realize it… we would like to discourage anyone from submitting a flash fiction piece where one or more of the main characters are dead and don’t realize it.