My sister Anya and I repurpose family movies. We add cynical endings but never kill characters.
One real basement massacre, with power-hungry hitmen, is too much.
We reboot The Sound of Music. New script makes the Captain a divorcé. Family separates. But at least there’s a possibility of reunion.
At least they don’t hold the weight of lost nicknames and jokes. Don’t dream of shot, bludgeoned family.
Some nights, after work, we take to abandoned basements, armed.
In this reality, we fire, hitmen falling like dominoes. Parents open their arms. Call us Imp. Baby.
We smile, keep firing. Savor fleeting reality.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in WestWard Quarterly, CaféLit, 50 Word Stories, (mac)ro(mic), and Ariel Chart.