Heads or Tails – FLASH FICTION

Look at them all. So engrossed in their own stupid little worlds that they don’t even bother to look up as the carriage doors open. I crane my neck as I walk the aisle looking for a seat but the train is packed with commuters and I end up standing in the corner. But that suits me fine. At least that way I can keep an eye on them all.

They’re pathetic, that’s what they are. Every last stinking one of them. I can hardly stand being so close to the vermin but sometimes when a hunter stalks his prey he must crawl on his hands and knees through the same dirt as the beasts. Breathing in their polluted air is a necessary evil. An occupational hazard.

The old coin is hidden safely in my pocket but I have an urge to hold it just to be sure. I turn it over and over between my fingers and feel the reassuring firmness of the metal. The smooth contours of the shapes minted onto the two sides. Heads and tails. There are only ever those two options. I like that. It keeps things simple. White or black. Stay or go. Live or die.

Which reminds me why I’m here on the subway breathing in the stench of sweat and the carcasses of broken dreams. The tragedy of unfulfilled middle-class aspirations. How my heart bleeds for them! Poor little lambs. Yes, that’s what they are. Lambs going to the slaughter. One by one. It might make them re-evaluate. Death does that. Especially when it’s your own.

So, who’s it going to be, my little lambs? Just one of you this time. That’s all I need. One by one. I feel like a shepherd picking out the fattest, juiciest lamb for the trip to the abattoir. The coin twirls around my fingers as I scan the faces. Heads or tails?

They don’t know me. None of them do. They look through me as if I’m a ghost. As if I’m not even there. They just go right on reading their newspapers. Rags with big angry headlines and filled with petty nonsense. Oh yes, they’re definitely sheep. Blindly following the leader. Or whoever has the bell which tinkles the loudest. Mindlessly swallowing whatever’s in front of them.

The more I watch them, the more I’m convinced. They all deserve to die. That’s the best way to deal with disease-ridden livestock. Wholesale slaughter. And then torching the bodies. But, no, I can’t kill them all. That’s not how things work. There has to be some sort of order. So I’ll take them one by one.

And now I have to make my selection. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. How about that teenage boy with his headphones on? I can hear the music filling his ears. It sounds angry and I don’t like it. I can feel it making me angry too but I musn’t let that happen. I have an important decision to make and I need to stay calm.

Maybe the coin will help. I take it out of my pocket and toss it. Up and down. Up and down. That woman with the children is watching now. Her mouth smiles at me but somehow her eyes stay the same. Like she’s worried about something. She takes her children by the hands and pulls them close. I grip the coin more tightly and look away.

That’s when I see him. Shirt and tie. Talking loudly to some unseen friend about a business deal or some nonsense. I toss the coin again. Up and down. Up and down. He doesn’t even notice.

I start off across the carriage towards him but the train lurches and I have to brace myself to keep from pitching headfirst. I’m standing in front of him now. My arm hooks around a pole to anchor myself in place and I hold out the coin.

‘Heads or tails?’

He glances up and then goes back to staring at the screen of his laptop.

‘I asked you a question.’

He folds his arms and stares at me.

‘What do you want?’

‘Heads or tails?’

‘Look, I’ve not got time for this…’


He sighs.

‘Fine. Heads.’

I smile.

‘Let’s discover your fate.’

He seems strangely lost for words so I carry on regardless. The self-confidence  leaves his eyes as we watch the coin fly up from my fingers. It spins in front of our faces and time slows down as if in sympathy. The noise of a dozen conversations in the carriage behind me fades away and all I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat. Thub dub. Thub dub. Like the gentle rhythm of the second hand on a clock.

The coin reaches the topmost point of its arc and begins to fall back down toward my waiting hand. It nestles in my palm and with one swift movement I turn it over in preparation for the moment of reckoning.

Now, at last, I have his attention. Everything else is forgotten as his eyes fix upon my hands and I feel a smile spread across my lips. This is it. Heads or tails. Life or death. His very existence decided by the toss of a coin. I lift my hand and look for the answer.

Tails. You lose. Everything.

He looks at me with confusion in his eyes. And as I reach behind my back and my hand grasps the knife, I can smell his fear. But maybe that’s how we all die in the end. Leaping blindly into the unknown. Alone and afraid.

And for a second, I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.


About davidbastiani

I write words and sometimes they end up in the right order. I am the creator of Milo Peretti - Rome's newest private detective - and I'm currently working on my debut novel, The Colour of Weeping. I also write poetry. Sometimes I might let people read it. View all posts by davidbastiani

6 responses to “Heads or Tails – FLASH FICTION

  • phaedra4real

    Outstanding. Love the use of details and the first person perspective. Interesting story as well. 🙂

  • Leanne

    Holy creepiness, David! This is really good. It’s thick with that dark, murderous tone with an air of quiet anger. It reminds me of Silence of the Lambs. There’s contemplative thought and reasoning behind his intentions and even though we don’t know his motive, we don’t need to because we’re drawn into the moment.

    You did a great job with the mom and her kids… as a mother myself I can tell you, we always know when someone isn’t “quite right” and we can sense danger. It’s a strange phenomenon and you captured it perfectly within a single second.

    Well done!

    • davidbastiani

      Thanks Leanne! 🙂 I enjoyed writing that one more than Yellow Summer Dress I think… I may make use of first person POV for the killer in my next novel. I’m glad you ‘enjoyed’ it (If that’s what it was! lol). Always happy to have feedback so thankyou for taking the time. 🙂

      • Leanne

        Haha! Yes, I definitely enjoyed it. I love dark, thriller-type stories. Not sure what that says about me, though. 🙂 I think the first person POV is great because as a reader we get to climb right inside the mind of the character as opposed to third person where we watch the character from afar. Both are good, but first person in this case is really effective! Good luck with your novel.

      • davidbastiani

        Me too. 🙂 I think the psychology of evil is fascinating! Yes, it’s definitely the most effective way of getting up close to what’s going on. I think it’s most effective used sparingly though. Thanks! Only plotting at the moment but getting excited about this one already. 🙂

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