in there

It’s my first 500 Club submission in far too long. While I don’t feel it is my best, I’m glad to be throwing my hat back in the ring.

in there

He couldn’t believe he dropped it. On top of that, he’d have to reach in there to get it back.

Metaphorically, of course.

It’s just that telling something of this gravity to Stacy is as good as dropping it in her head. Her head, which is not unlike an emotional septic tank. It hurt to think about the mental exercise of trolling through the twisted passageways of her mind in an effort to extract her intentions.

Fuck. Why did he have to get drunk with her?

Here’s the problem with drinking with your girlfriend’s roommate: it doesn’t particularly matter what your intentions are, you’re pretty much screwed if she ever finds out. He knew that. This wasn’t his first rodeo. But still, he was stupid enough to accept Stacy’s invitation to join her for a drink, “just one drink”, at Harold’s on Tuesday night. One beer.


Three hours and considerably more than one beer later, he was confessing that there was a time, early on in his relationship with Amy, when he honestly thought she might be pregnant. She wasn’t. Turns out instead that her mother’s breast cancer had come out of remission. The sickness would eventually kill her. In spite of this, in spite of the fact that Amy’s mother was a good woman and far too young to die, Kevin admitted to Stacy that he was relieved–fuck if that isn’t the exact word he used: relieved–that it was the cancer and not a kid.

Fine, so there aren’t too many single 27 year-olds who would be excited to find that their girlfriend of 5 months is pregnant. Granted, that would be what most would consider to be a “bad situation”. But in the grand scheme, it’s not the tragedy that death by disease is.

But he said it. Stacy nodded and said, “Fuck, yeah. I would be relieved, too.” The night ended with Kevin walking her home and then driving, against his better judgment, back to his place. No incident, right?

Not by Kevin’s standards, but what would happen if Stacy related this little tidbit to Amy? All hell would break loose, that’s what. And there wouldn’t be a thing Kevin could say in his own defense. He certainly couldn’t justify what he’d said, what he’d felt. Amy would be hurt and angry and not at all likely to soften, even if Kevin pointed out that it had been 2 years since that day. Even if he told her about the ring he’d bought.

He’d have to reach in there, into Stacy’s mind, and determine if the information was even there, if she remembered, and if she did he would have to try to extract her intentions. His prospects didn’t look good, but what could he do? Stacy was unpredictable, moody and downright difficult. He couldn’t just move on.

So he went back to Stacy and Amy’s while Amy was still out of town and suggested another night of drinking. This, too, turned out to be a mistake. Two months later, Stacy and he had a more serious discussion in which Stacy conveyed that her mother did not have breast cancer.

It simply isn’t a good idea to drink with your girlfriend’s roommate.


About Ash Martin
Ash Martin writes dark fantasy and horror, has a thing for classic monster legends, Nordic mythology, coffee, and sarcasm, and is currently working on multiple books.

4 Responses to in there

  1. S. C. Green says:

    Another great flash fiction piece, Dex. Glad to see you back in the writing swing.


  2. trisha says:

    burning both flames of a candle can drive you insane…. people who can expertly handle more than one relationship at a time are genius in the domain of flirting.



  3. trisha says:

    loved the way you started the story with a promise and fulfilled that promise till the end. good write.


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