Micro Bookends flash fiction is tough. 100 word limit and have to start with "sacred" and end with "sound." Also had to incorporate the prompt photo of a fighter jet.
Crash Test Impulses
Sacred words never came when she closed the door of the
crash test vehicle. Nancy could never bring herself to pray over the cadavers
she’s transported to the labs. She was a woman of science and to bring
mysticism into this cruel but necessary work would betray her own commitment to
rationalism.
She put a cloth bag over the cadaver, resting the sewn in
pressure pad over the corpse’s forehead. She gave the thumbs up to the engineer
in the booth. Nancy wondered if this grandmother ever thought she’d be in the
cockpit of a fighter jet. Nancy laughed, relieved that the din of the jet would
cover the sound.
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