Flash Fiction
A flash fiction response to a challenge issued by Chuck Wendig at terribleminds.com.
The assignment was to write a complete story of revenge in 100 words.
I would like to ___________ Chuck’s __________ except I sort of worship him. We have a firm no-__________-ing our idols rule in this house.
One rule we don’t have: it’s alright to throw food at the TV for terrible plot developments, bad dialogue, seasons 2 and 3 of Lost, and the second to last episode of True Blood this season where Marnie’s ghost comes back.
This story is semi-autobiographical, except for the end. My mother was a teacher at my elementry school and she would have ___________ my ___________ if I had responded the way the Main Character does in this flash fiction story.
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I wonder if she sat next to me because I looked nice or if the teacher put her there because she was missing half an arm and a leg but it didn’t matter after she looked at my test paper.
“Quit looking!” I carefully spelled the next word. Her neck craned forward.
The teacher’s head swiveled around. We froze.
I put my arm over my answers. Meghan continued to look. Angry, I yanked her pencil from her cracked, burned fingers. A moment later it hung from the white ceiling tile by the point.
I smiled at the final answer. “F-a-i-r.”

I’m not sure whom I’m supposed to sympathize with!
Kids have such a finite sense of justice.
and gotta love those industrial ceiling tiles…
Posted by kirstenaurelius | September 8, 2011, 8:36 amKristen,
I’m not sure who I would sympathize with either. But that’s the thing about revenge right? Sometimes it says more about the person serving it than the person upon whom it is served.
Posted by Amy Tupper | September 8, 2011, 8:46 am