Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each
Three pieces written for the competition theme 'Fool'.
* 'Not Okay' finished 2nd Place in the competition!
* 'Not Okay' finished 2nd Place in the competition!
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Playing the Fool
David rolled his eyes as Jon argued, shaking the will
above their father's hospital bed. 'An equal share, Dad? He's leaving your
company to work for a charity for chrissakes! That fool clearly doesn't
understand how money works!'
Their father politely declined revision.
'... unless a listed beneficiary should have fallen on
hard times and is unable to command an income. Under such circumstances the
entire sum reverts to the aforementioned in order to support-'
'The
entire sum!?' Jon balked.
David
nodded his head. 'A little while working for nothing has given me everything.
Not such a fool now, eh?'
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Troll Country
'Through there?' Mandrag said, 'I don't know, Sir. It's
marked here on the map as 'Troll Country'.'
'Don't
be a fool.' His master said, snatching the aged parchment. 'Lazy cartography is
all. You've heard of 'Here be Dragons?' It's just a local variation.'
Three deformed hulking brutes roared appreciatively as
they stripped the cooked flesh from another human leg, the discarded femur
taking its place upon an ivory pile some two feet high.
Sir
Geoffrey watched from their hanging metal cage with sunken eyes. 'I bet nobody
ever leaves this place.'
Mandrag
quietly tore the map to shreds. 'Someone did.'
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Not Okay
Not Okay
Caught adrift in a supermarket aisle, grief, pure and
simple, washed through me like a wave. I hastily concocted cover and dropped
some canned food onto my foot.
'These
damned hands!' I said, forcing a smile through freshly salted cheeks. 'Help me
pick these up will you?'
'No.'
My son's eyes were smouldering. 'You're not hurt. You're crying. Again. You're
not fooling anyone,' he sighed. 'Just admit it.'
'I'm-'
Ten years
young and freshly motherless, it should be me
keeping him afloat. An approaching
sea of faces whispered their symphony of sympathy.
'I'm...'
Worse.
They circled with concern.
'I'm fine.'
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