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The Offering

By the time the wolf reaches her she has already eaten the other children. It studies her, blood still
dribbling from her chin, and believing her more beast than child, it slinks off to the next town. But the
children are still in her, as she knew they would be, and after some reassurance that she’s a safe vessel,
they start to come out again.
It begins in small ways. She enjoys foods she once didn’t. She starts to take a new way home
from school. Sometimes she visits their mothers, who make her pancakes and ask about her day.
Occasionally they nudge her to clean the rooms of the eaten, still messy, untouched. They’re grateful to
have a glimmer of their children. Others weren’t so lucky.
In time the children become stronger. She no longer enjoys ballet; she plays soccer instead. She quits
the debate team, preferring to stay home and play video games. She becomes allergic to her own dog,
so her parents put it up for adoption. Soon she pals around with the older children—the siblings of the
ones she ate—who were rendered safe by their extra few years on earth. They teach her how to smoke
cigarettes and steal things from people’s mailboxes.
She tries to make them all happy but there are so many of them, so many voices, it’s hard to know
whose feelings are whose. She wants to quiet them, but how can she? She’s the lucky one. The one
who’s still here.
A few months roll around and she’s eating dinner at a different house each night, sleeping in a different
bed, playing a different sport. Her handwriting is never the same. She starts using words she’d never
learned before. Rude words. She is very, very tired. But they still want more.
She leaves in the middle of the night so the parents can’t stop her. It takes time for her to find anybody,
the next town so irreparably gutted. They must have had more children here. But when she sees the
other girl crying, tiny face framed by a red bow, she knows she has found the one. The other girl counts
stones on the cold sidewalk, giving them each a name: Emma, Jordan, Taylor, Mackenzie, and talks to
them, asks them what they want to do.
When she approaches, the other girl startles. I thought you were the wolf, the other girl whispers. I
promise I tried to save them.
She kneels beside the other girl, wipes the tears from her eyes. Eat me, she says. It will help.

What makes this story's ending typical for a flash fiction story?

It ends in a way that is completely expected.
It carefully states the theme of the story.
It leaves a lot to the reader's interpretation.
It reflects on events in the story's first paragraph.
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