It has been a while since I wrote a short short for Friday Fictioneers.
Today Rochelle’s prompt bugged me.
I itched to do something about it. So I scratched a tale.
It’s a 100 word story with a beginning, a middle and end. Period.
She likes him. She is 8.
She thinks he likes her too, but her friend tells her no, she’s the one he likes.
Every day on the beach, they run, swim, and play children’s games of getting-to-know you.
One day they play tag. She’s it.
Just as she is about to catch him, her friend cuts her off, tackles her.
They fall. She scrambles wanting to hit the aggressor but she is too weak.
A flip-flop slaps her hard.
She hears: “You’re ugly and you have cooties!”
Stinging, she runs away enraged, shamed.
Won’t be the first time.