Friday, March 14, 2014

Compete (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

"I don't want to compete, Gramps." Lisa said. "I-it doesn't seem fair. I mean, I'm old than all the other kids and I'm younger than the ones competing, so if I do accept, I'll stick out like a sore thumb."

She scowled down at her riding boots, noting that the silver spurs on her left boot were a bit tarnished. She'd have to scour and polish them sometime tonight. "I mean, I could, okay?" She hesitated, appreciating that she could finally tell her story and share her worries. "But as the daughter of Glen Bouroughs, champion of Aldswait, you know what they'll say."

Her lower lip quivered. "They'll say I have an unfair advantage. They'll say I cheated, even if I win. They said if I don't compete, then I'm a coward."


Lisa's fingers brushed against the granite headstone. "Not a coward, Gramps, just human."

(c) Sara Harricharan

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