Flash Fiction #39 – Girl on Bench
It seemed far too warm for the chick in black to be, well, entirely dressed in black. Black boots. Black leggings. Black jacket. Even her phone case was black. To be honest, she looked a little creepy dressed like a Hot Topic reject in the middle of summer.
But what did I know? I was lucky if I remembered to put on underwear under my cargo shorts. It was a miracle I was even up this early. I still had three weeks before classes started, but instead of sleeping in, I was awake at stupid o’clock in the morning, playing Pokémon Go. As intently as she was studying her phone, I figured she was doing the same thing.
Supposedly, someone had caught a couple rare Pokémon around here, so I thought I’d check it out while it was still too early for normal people to be awake. Which left me and goth girl alone on the bench where the two paths through the park crossed.
I gestured to the empty spot on the bench as I approached. “You mind if I sit?”
She glanced over the frames of her black (surprise, surprise) sunglasses. “Knock yourself out.”
Sitting, I scanned the surrounding area with my phone and nodded toward hers. “Pokémon Go?”
“Basically.” She lit a cigarette and continued to scroll through her phone. “How long have you been playing?”
“Since it was released. I’m trying to catch ’em all before I have to move back to campus in a few weeks. Well, you know…all the ones they’ve released so far.”
She nodded almost disinterestedly as she pushed her glasses to the top of her head and scanned the area. “How many more do you need?”
“Just one lousy Snorlax. It’s so frustrating. I’ve been looking everywhere.”
She grinned and I noticed that she was surprisingly pretty. “Bet you’d sell your soul for one of those.”
I laughed. “I totally would.”
She sat up straight and pointed toward the swingset. “Done.”
I followed her line of vision with my phone, and there it was. A Snorlax snoozing in one of the baby swings. “Sweet.”
I tossed a Pokéball at it and captured it. I’d done it. I’d caught every Pokémon available, and all before classes started. Turning back to the chick on the bench, I grinned. “Thanks, I–”
The words died in my throat. Her expression had hardened as she stubbed out her cigarette. An antique-looking scroll appeared in her hand and she extended it toward me.
With a sinking feeling I stared at it, but didn’t move to take it.
She sighed and rolled her eyes which were suddenly glowing red. “You, Connor James Bradley, sold your eternal soul for a Snorlax, on this, the first day of August, 2016. This contract is non-transferable, unbreakable, and permanently binding. Any attempts to void the contract will be seen as a hostile act, and your soul will be collected earlier than the date listed therein.”
“What the actual fuck, lady?”
She grabbed my hand and closed my fingers around the parchment. “Good luck. I hear they’re releasing Ditto and Mewtwo, soon.”
Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket, she started walking toward the edge of the park where a couple of girls were clearly playing Pokémon Go. She briefly turned back to me and winked. “Gotta catch ’em all.”