The Last Sicilian

Something unexpected happens to a man eating a Sicilian slice on a field. Another piece of flash fiction.

He'd never heard anything like that before, or since. Somehow he managed not to be scared, though the sound of the train derailing had startled him momentarily. After that, he continued to sit calmly on the grass, a corner of the Sicilian slice he bought pinched gently between thumb and forefinger in his right hand, while his left hand reached for the can of Pepsi sitting on the grass beside him. He found it hard to believe that the detached train car tumbling toward him side-over-side actually weighed several tons, as physical forces moved it violently like it was little more than a toy. The fact that the grass that he sat on was a little bit damp and wetting his a*s through his khaki cargo pants was the least of his problems now. Actually, it occurred to him that in a moment he wouldn't have anymore problems. Well, at least the Sicilian was good. 

Author's Note

Something that came to me while I took a seat in one of my favorite spots in Yonkers to enjoy some pizza. The Bronx River Pathway is located next to the Metronorth rail. As a train passed, I imagined what might happen if it derailed while I sat in a small grass clearing at the end of the path.

Reviews

[Sunny]

This is very interesting. And I take it this is meaning of flash fiction? (I've never heard of it before) if so It's very clever.

[El Narrador]

Thank you. Flash fiction is generally anything less than 300 words. To my understanding, it's a fairly new form. The online writing magazine theneweryork.com features a lot of flash fiction.

[Sunny]

Oh that at be why I've never heard of it. Thank you for explaining it!:)

[Marie]

Very clever. I like flash fiction, and this is a really good short piece.

[charlie]

A great short read. Makes one wish it were longer, but then it wouldn't be what it is anymore: marvellous. Really enjoyed this.