Monday, March 19, 2012

Pageant (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing.


“Beauty pageant?” The brunette eyed her friend with a mixture of wariness and confusion. “And you want me to join you because…?”

“Because I don’t wanna enter by mesel!”

“You do not want to enter by yourself.” She frowned. “Myself.” She corrected, quickly. “You know, you could always play that as a charming angle, if you’d just get the rest of your-”

“Okay, fine. I dinna want to.” The blonde pouted. “But it looks like fun.”

“Fun?” Her friend sputtered.

The blonde smirked. “They have fire-throwing for one of the categories.”

At once, the smirk was mirrored and the dark brown hair burst into a shimmering of red and white flames that swarmed around her heart-shaped face. “I see. So you’re entering as our own kind, a firecaller?”


“Count me in. This is one beauty pageant I’d never miss!”

(c) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

Oooh boy! Picture, please! ;)