Flash Fiction: Cultists

“Wanna start a cult?”

I stared at my best friend’s face. Sometimes she had the weirdest of ideas. I played along.

“Okay, sure. So, what will our cult do?”

She thought about it for a few seconds and retorted.

“We will do cool things.”

I nodded.

“Like what?”

“I dunno. We’ll figure that out. But, we will have a cool club attire and codewords and tattoos.”

I smiled at her, slyly.

“And I presume we’ll cut up people and sacrifice them?”

She pouted at me.

“Don’t make fun of me. You know we already do that.”

I laughed as I cleaned my dagger, which was dripping with fresh blood.

“Then I guess we are already in a cult. Aren’t we?”

She paused again for a moment. And nodded.

“Yep, right you are, as always. Now come help me lift this body. We need to take it to the sacrificial slab..”

Word Count: 150


First Line Friday March 15th 2019