“What the duck is wrong with you?” squeaked Mama McFeather. “You are too young to decide what to do with your life!”
I just stood there, disoriented. I have my family on one side and him on the other.
“Why do we have to move?” I pleaded. “I love this place! Who knows what lays ‘cross the river. And he…I’m starting to like him -”
“HOLY QUACK!” jeered Papa. “We McFeathers are a proud lot and listen to me you, we do not mix with simpletons!”
“But he’s great!!” I tried to press on. “He taught me how to swim like a pro and we have so much fun together. I don’t want to leave it all behind! I may never find a friend like him again!”
Mama sniffed. “Then it’s up to you, Melissa. It’s either him or us!”
I shot him one look and I immediately knew. I took a deep breath and stepped to my right.
Word Count: 159
Photo by Priceless Joy.
This is something I wrote for the weekly event Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We have to write a short piece (100-150 words, with a leeway of 25 words) based on a photo prompt.I found this exercise extremely fun and creative. 🙂