Here is another short-short i.e. flash fiction of only 500 words. I’m thrilled to tell you that it won First Prize in a UK competition run by FLASH 500 http://www.flash500.com/, My entry into the Flash 500 comp was part of the prize I won with this story from my local writing group, the *West Coast Writer’s Circle, at the end of 2011. I wrote the story in an experimental format, which seems to have worked. I hope you enjoy it. *http://westcoastwriterssa.weebly.com/
EVERYBODY’S TUPPENCE WORTH by A M SMITH
He said: C’mon Cynthia – I’ve gotta condom.
She said: Darren … you promise ?
We said: If only Cynthia would find herself a decent boyfriend!
They said: Did you hear Cynthia Jenkins is going out with that Darren Baroda?
He said: But we used a condom!
She said: Well it didn’t work, did it?
We said: Cynthia – you don’t have to get married, we’ll stand by you.
They said: The Jenkins are heartbroken : Cynthia has to get married, and to that no-good Darren Baroda!
He said: Doesn’t that kid ever stop screaming? I’m not up for this!
She said: It’s not my fault – he’s a colicky baby
We said: Aww … who’s Nanna and Gramps’ precious ?
They said: Darren Baroda must have shares in the pub by now …
He said: Sorry Cynthia, this isn’t working; I’m off to London – I’ll phone you
She said: Get out you useless lowlife-drunk – who needs you?
We said: What a relief! We’ve sorted out your old bedroom Cynthia, plenty of room for you and little Wesley.
They said: Such a shame : Darren Baroda left Cynthia in the lurch, and with such a difficult baby, too.
He said: Thought I’d give you a quick buzz; I’m off to Australia next week, gotta job with a mate of mine. Wish Wesley happy birthday for me, will ya?
She said: I hope a kangaroo kicks you to death!
We said: Cynthia, this can’t go on; Wesley’s a big boy now and he should know he mustn’t hurt poor old Kitty like that
They said: Wesley Baroda’s a nasty piece of work – and only 7 years old .
He said: Thought I’d just check in – I’m back in London. Wesley’s birthday today – 13 isn’t he? Oh – sorry – I meant 12
She said: Drop dead
We said: Cynthia : unless you do something about Wesleys’ temper tantrums, take him to the psychologist, you know it isn’t natural; if you don’t, we’re really sorry, but you’ll have to leave.
They said: Wesley Baroda’s seriously bad news; been spoilt by his grandparents of course.
He said: No, nothing to do with me – no I don’t know Wesley Baroda; yes, it is an unusual surname, just a coincidence – I told you I don’t know him from a bar of soap; now bugger off and stop pestering me!
She said: I can’t – he couldn’t have – not Wesley – he loved his Nanna & Gramps – no-no-no-I can’t believe it – all that blood – surely he couldn’t have… aaahhhhhhhh
We said: ……………………
They said: Absolutely shocking! that boy’s a monster – pity they dropped the death penalty
He said: Time for me to change my name and do my disappearing trick.
She said: I’m not eating that. I want to die.
We said ……..
They said: We blame the education system and all those single mothers. Suppose two life sentences gets some justice for the Jenkins. By the way, did you hear about the axe murder in Lambeth?