The Fool of the World

**Part one of six in The Babushka Society story line. For all the stories together, click here**

Once upon a time, it is Saturday.

N and I work at his office on Saturdays; a calm loft-like space with a single window to smoke out of. They’ve been doing construction on the building for months. Today it is still. The windows are dark. The doors are locked.

N makes a face as he pulls the usual door.

“Odd,” he says.


“Shouldn’t be locked.”

He walks across the courtyard to another door. I see him jerk on it. He frowns.

I light a cigarette. I watch him pin-ball around the courtyard trying doors. He tries two doors and three. Finally, one opens. He motions to me. I hold up my cigarette. He sighs and lights one too. We meet in the middle. I look at the open door.

“What part of the building is that?”

N shrugs. “I’m not sure, they’ve been working on it a while.”


I snap my cigarette to the ground. N snuffs his out and tosses it in the dumpster beside us.

We go through the door. It is dark. The only light reflects of the red of the walls. I pull out my lighter and flick it. I don’t see the end.

“Have you been in here before?”

N shakes his head. I feel more and more claustrophobic as we continue, as though we are walking down a straw into a can of Coca-Cola. Even the air seems to be narrowing.

Finally, the end. A black door, a red knob.

N puts his hand on the knob.

“Wait!” I whisper, “look, I don’t believe in any pattern to things or, like, any symbolism in the real world. But, if I did, this certainly would be the time I turn around.”


I nod.

“What’s it means?”

“Uh, like when colors and stuff have meaning in stories.”

“Ah, yes, it is the same word in Russian,” N looks back at the door, “so, what does black and red mean?”

I consider it. “Blood?” I decide.

“Blood?” N repeats in a tone that floats between curiosity and mockery.

“Yeah, blood. So, that’s, like bad, let’s go back.”

“But, without blood, we’d die.” He smirks.

He opens the door.

To be continued…


    • Should be up in an hour. If you want to check out some other magical realism stories on here. They will connect slightly to this story line. Like… 100 words for overcast, or Refrigerator boombox in a gallery of immortals. Not necessary but there are just fun little connections throughout

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  1. Thanks you so very much for taking an interest in my blog. I hope that you will find my stories interesting for some light and casual reading, but intriguing enough in their complexity to want to visit often. Anytime you visit, I love feedback. I am still a writer very rough-around-the-edges. Any feedback I can get, I cherish! Thanks again for your visit.

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  2. […] The Fool of the World "Oh! Take a shit and read a story." – My Mother, after I explained what Flash Fiction is. Follow Flash 365 on (function(d){var f = d.getElementsByTagName('SCRIPT')[0], p = d.createElement('SCRIPT');p.type = 'text/javascript';p.async = true;p.src = '//';f.parentNode.insertBefore(p,f);}(document)); […]


  3. Great beginning, I´m curious and also loved the dual visions of red. Well N has the better imagination than you and he tosses his cigarette at least it in the dumpster…

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