Fantasy Horror Science Fiction


By Jennifer Brozek
Feb 5, 2019 · 355 words · 2 minutes

Plenty of parking

Photo by Alex Grodkiewicz via Unsplash.

From the author: This flash story was given out at Crypticon, 2015. Like some of her stories, Jennifer has featured a friend in this one. All stories are fictional, she assures you. Maybe. ;)

“It’s so good to see you again,” Jennifer said as she upacked her car. “It’s a been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Not that long really.” Stephanie smiled at Jennifer and wanted to smack the blank look off her face. “We hung out at Norwescon. I talked to you about that one story…? You asked me to send it to you?”

Jennifer’s face cleared and brightened. “Oh, yes. I remember now. That was a good story. Too bad it was too long for EGM Shorts. When we talked about it, I hadn’t realized it was a short story and not flash fiction. Did you send it out to those places I recommended?”

You didn’t know because you didn’t listen, Stephanie did not say as she watched Jennifer lock up her car. “Yes, of course. It takes a while to hear back from pro magazines.”

But Jennifer wasn’t listening again. She was staring out at the pretty view. She left her suitcase next to her car and walked to the edge of the parking garage. They were on the top level and had a lovely panoramic view of the Sea-Tac area.

“Pretty, huh?” Stephanie maneuvered her electric scooter into place as an idea came to mind. A very good idea. One that Jennifer couldn’t ignore.

“It is. I don’t usually like the downtown area. But up this high, it has a nice pattern to it.” She held her arms out to the side. “Plus, a great breeze in this heat.”

It figured that Jennifer was happy to talk about the weather but not her story. “I’ve got a new story I’d like to submit.”


Stephanie gunned her scooter at Jennifer’s disinterested grunt. “It’s called, “How to Get Revenge on an Editor!” You’ll love it.” She sped forward and slammed Jennifer from behind. Jennifer gave a short, sharp scream as she tumbled over the edge and fell to the asphalt below with a loud splat.

Craning her head to look over the edge, Stephanie smiled at the growing pool of blood spreading out from Jennifer’s body.

“Yes, it really is a pretty view from up here.”


This story originally appeared in Apocalype Ink Productions.

Jennifer Brozek

Jennifer Brozek is a multi-talented author, editor, and tie-in writer.