FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER 4-10-2017

 

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, April 5th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, April 14th, 2017.

Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner

I never understood anything about walls and fences, not til I saw the boy. He was young, ten maybe, hands holding tight to the barbed wire. Eyes looking like they’d seen the world and beyond.

I wanted to talk to him, find out his name, why he was behind the wire. I’d been told the walls were to keep the monsters out, but the boy didn’t look like any monster I’d ever imagined. He didn’t have monster eyes.

His eyes had no hope. That’s the closest I can come to describing them.

I went to Daton. He’s the Wise One. He knows everything.

“Whys that boy behind the wall?” I asked him.

“He’s a monster.”

“He doesn’t look like a monster.”

“Monsters don’t always take the shape you might imagine.”

And so I went to the wall every day. Watched him. Waited for him to turn into a monster.

And, you know, he never did.