Saturday, December 24, 2011

Clamp (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

His hand clamped down on my shoulder, an iron grip that I didn’t dare shake off. I could feel him, standing beside me, his displeasure a thick, stifling air that brooked no disobedience.

“Sir.” I greeted, barely trusting my voice to be civil. “Is something the matter?”

“Something the-?” He broke off, abruptly, the hand on my shoulder tightening to something almost painful. “Something will be.” He growled, at last. “Don’t you ever do that again, do you hear me?” The squeeze for good measure was painful. Then his regal head lowered a few centimeters and he whispered in my ear. “And if you do, then don’t get caught.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

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