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Flash fiction!
I participated in Jessa Russo's Flash Factory Friday, here. This is my entry - anyone else who wants to, please feel free to take part! You can post entries through the end of the day.
The fountain had grown enormous, but Joanna wasn’t daunted. She was thirsty. She leapt to the rim and drank, the water cool in her throat. Then she listened. Someone was calling her – someone she knew. His voice sounded buzzy, like static on a phone line. Ordinarily the harsh tone would have annoyed her, but just now she found it strangely attractive. “Sam?” she said aloud, and darted toward the voice, which came from an azalea just starting to bloom. “Hello, Sam,” Jessica chirped, and sat right down next to him. “How are you?” She was surprised at herself; normally, when she met him at school, she felt too shy to talk to him. But now it was Sam who was shy.
“”Hello,” he buzzed, and turned away. “I made you something.”
“You did? Can I see it?”
“Yeah. It’s up here.” Sam led her to the loveliest little twig home. There was a soft floor of moss. “Do you like it? I made it specially for you.”
“I love it!” At that, Sam puffed his chest out and began his buzzing song. He was singing,
“I’m your boyfriend! I’m your boyfriend! I’m your boyfriend!”
Joanna sighed, shifted, and tucked her head more tightly under her wing. She dreamed on, never realizing that she had transformed into a bird. When she awoke, she’d be human again.
The fountain had grown enormous, but Joanna wasn’t daunted. She was thirsty. She leapt to the rim and drank, the water cool in her throat. Then she listened. Someone was calling her – someone she knew. His voice sounded buzzy, like static on a phone line. Ordinarily the harsh tone would have annoyed her, but just now she found it strangely attractive. “Sam?” she said aloud, and darted toward the voice, which came from an azalea just starting to bloom. “Hello, Sam,” Jessica chirped, and sat right down next to him. “How are you?” She was surprised at herself; normally, when she met him at school, she felt too shy to talk to him. But now it was Sam who was shy.
“”Hello,” he buzzed, and turned away. “I made you something.”
“You did? Can I see it?”
“Yeah. It’s up here.” Sam led her to the loveliest little twig home. There was a soft floor of moss. “Do you like it? I made it specially for you.”
“I love it!” At that, Sam puffed his chest out and began his buzzing song. He was singing,
“I’m your boyfriend! I’m your boyfriend! I’m your boyfriend!”
Joanna sighed, shifted, and tucked her head more tightly under her wing. She dreamed on, never realizing that she had transformed into a bird. When she awoke, she’d be human again.
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