Flash Fiction 4
Sorry to break this pattern of betrayal, but I really need to be faithful just this once. I ate all the packets of crisps that were sitting in the cupboard yesterday. I ate each packet of crisps like I have never eaten before. But still, despite the deliciousness, I feel guilty that Father Wilkinson worked hard and came home to no crisps. He is so caring and yet I stole his crisps. How do I repent? I took selfishly and I ate shamefully! Today I plan to find out where he hides his money and buy him some new crisps.
Flash Fiction 5
A spider invaded my house. I could hear the arachnid crawling whilst I tried to sleep. For weeks it kept me awake. I needed to be rid of this irritating insect, so I invested in a frog. The frog ate the spider. Now the frog kept me awake with its constant croaking. I needed to sleep. So I went to the pet shop and bought a cat. The cat killed the frog. But the cat kept scratching the walls, ruining the wallpaper and so I got a dog. I bought a snake, then a lion. Now I need something bigger.
Flash Fiction 6 (210 Limit)
Kasun rang me to get some weed. I rang Freddy, my dealer, and his brother said he had been arrested. I rang Kasun and told him Freddy had been arrested. He said he could not get out to link with his dealer, BB – that stood for Big Boi. “Who he?” asked I. “Listen, this is his number.” I listened. I rang BB and he said, “Who you, man?” I said, “Kasun said to ring.” “OK. Meet me at the Parade.” “Where?” “ The Indian.” “The restaurant?” “Where else?” I went there. This big black car pulls up. And this bigger black bloke gets out and I say, “Hi.” He looks me up and down like he’s stripping me for a rape and says nothing. “You selling weed?” He nods and puts my clothes back on. I give him a fiver, he gives me the plastic bag. He gets back in the car and I go to Kasun, then I go home to carry on with revising for A Level Ballet Theory. My phone rings. “Where are you, man?” “Who are you, mate?” “This is BB at the Indian.” “I just seen you, bought the weed init?” “No - what you talkin about?” And I begin to think very fast – then who was that big black bloke?