An Eye for an Eye (a 200-word flash fiction horror story) by Oren Shafir

Number Two heard crying from the other room. Not really crying, more like the strange sound that sometimes came from the cats in the alley at night. 

"Did you cut it out?" he asked Number One when he came out.

"Yes.We had to punish that pig for looking at our women."

"I want to see."

Number One smiled mischievously and then took Number Two by the elbow guiding him into the room where it had happened.

Number Two thought there would just be a socket, but it was kind of hanging half way out. It's not that he thought it was funny exactly, but it just looked wrong. And anyway, there was something he wanted to try.

"Let's put that cockroach out of his misery?" he said.

"How?"

"Let me cut his head off."

"No, I get to cut it off. I'm Number One."

"But you always get to do everything," said Number Two.

"Well, we'll glue it back on afterwards and then you can be Number One."

Number Two was about to agree to the terms, but just then Mother called them in for lunch.