Flash Fiction

She led all five of them in group tears. And they wailed for her, screamed like babies. She had them beat most days. She did it herself but only when it suited. The eldest of the quintet was in some way related to her. May be she was the mother, or the mothers mother. And the only man of the group was very lowly indeed. She often stood on him just to make the point.

On this celebrated day she had them all speaking as one. Tears flowed. On the periphery a policeman said but nothing. And then they jumped from the rock. Salt tears mingled with salt water until all became one.

Then the infanta began again. The policeman was the first. She pointed and he fell to his knees.