Flash Fiction Friday - Summer Sleep
Updated: Jul 15
by Elliott Feliciano
Pito lies in bed, tossing and turning. The night is eerily quiet, like the dead of winter. But this is the height of summer in East Chicago, Indiana.
In the distance a train horn bellows as it chugs its way through the town. Amidst the fervent rattling of the train passing, gunshots echo, easing him in bed. Another gunshot. Then two more, one right after the other.
The train passes. There is silence for a brief moment until the faint sounds of police sirens cry out, growing louder as they near. And then, only then, does sleep arrive for Pito as he dozes off to the wailing hymns of the night.
***Previously published 07/03/20***