Running with scissors -- flash fiction

"Doorbell."

"I know honey, I heard it too. It's probably our pizza. Will you be alright for a minute if I go see who it is?"

"Sure, Lizbeth and I are going to do our nails and then we're going to color."

As he left the room Randy glanced back over his shoulder at Sara and Elizabeth as they sat on the floor playing together.

So far he didn't get what all the hoopla had been about Sara needing constant supervision. He'd been here two pleasant hours and was thinking about making this a regular baby sitting gig.

Shaking his head at overprotective parents, he left the study door ajar so he could hear any commotion and went to see who was at the front door.

When he came back twenty minutes later he was horrified at the carnage that met his eyes.

Elizabeth lay gutted and unanimated staring at the ceiling with cold dead eyes.

Sara sat nearby assembling a stack of hacked out organs into some sort of grisly jigsaw puzzle.

Randy gripped the doorframe to keep from sliding to the floor. This was his fault. How could he have left her alone?

He'd been warned. They told him that she needed constant supervision. She just looked so angelic; he would have never imagined that she could be capable of …...

"My god Sara, what have you done?"

She looked up at him with innocent blue eyes "It's ok Randy; I'm going to be a doctor like Daddy. I want to make a collage."

Randy tried to calculate what his front door flirting with the cheerleaders selling chocolate had cost him.

When he had come in tonight Dr. Stevens had proudly shown him his first edition copy of Gray's Anatomy.

Sara taking the batteries out of her doll and putting them into power shears and cutting the book up into pretty fodder for an art project had never occurred to him.

Sighing, he sat on the floor with Sara and handed her a glue stick and an aortic heart valve.

The least he could do was help her finish what she'd started.

After all, Randy calculated that he would be babysitting Sara and cutting the Doctor's lawn for at least the next ten years to pay for the book.

So they might as well make something pretty.

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