Saturday, April 30, 2011

Flash Fiction Results II

“Spitfire”

The girl wasn’t bad. She just liked to spit sideways and light matches. The girl liked the scent of sulfur. Would lock herself in cupboards; rub ash on her skin. Black flowers and tic-tac-toe. Teachers and counselors say she is a bad one without saying the word “bad.” Instead, they just hop-scotched with phrases like “disruptive” and “aggressive.” One day she tried to lock David Fitz in the cupboard to play ash games. But she got too excited and burnt his skin. Told him she’d cut his pecker off if he told. Red and harsh, his mother was mad. Rubbed soap to wash the ash and the burn. Told him he was bad.

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