Raze the Dead

 

“Aren’t you going to say something? Try to stop me?”

Chloe looked through the smudged window, pressing her fingers against the glass. She squinted for a moment. “No, I don’t think so.”

“But we’re not supposed to do this,” Emma slammed down the knife, her sleeve falling over raised, white scars. “I could get in trouble.”

“You could get a lot worse,” Chloe chuckled, “you could get dead.”

“This is funny? It’s your fault!”

“I know.” Chloe picked up the knife, handing it back to Emma. “You know my room assignment. I’ll be there if you want to talk.”

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

August 5 Prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write the common premise: “I ran over a deer (or other animal) and have decided to nurse it back to health.”