Friday, April 4, 2014

C is for Candor (Flash Fiction?)

    Candor didn’t like her name.  If it wasn’t the boys spitting on her hair, it was the way every single grown-up would smile and nod at her when she introduced herself, like it was something special, like the name held some sort of power to make her lips speak the truth.  Candor patted at her hair with one hand, feeling the sticky tangle of spit and gum Mickey Patterson had left there. 

    “What else do you do with a candle?” he’d asked.

    “It’s Candor,” she’d muttered, “not candle.” 

    But he wasn’t listening, already halfway across the playground and laughing with his friends.

    “Candor?  Honey?  Who did this?”  Mrs. Barley’s hands soon joined Candor’s in the mess, plucking at stringy bits of gum with distaste. 

    Candor flinched at the question.  “No one, Mrs. Barley,” she said softly, feeling Mrs. Barley’s disapproving frown even without seeing it.  “It was an accident.”


Author's Note:  Just a snippet today.  Does it even count as flash fiction?  A little scene that popped into my head.  http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

7 comments:

  1. Great concept for a blog. Glad I stopped by for the A-Z challenge. Keep up the good work. :)

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    1. Thanks and thanks for stopping in! :-)

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  2. I can totally see that happening too. Well done.

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  3. poor kid, gum is so hard to get out of hair...:)

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    1. Yes, it surely is! Lol! Thanks for reading! :-)

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  4. The scene is terrific, Anna. It could morph into something longer if you wish. xoA

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