The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 200 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
I dropped my head, groaning. Why couldn’t one day, just one day, with him be normal?
“You seem unhappy.”
“To say the least.”
“Why are you unhappy?”
“Because you just shot our chance of being normal.”
“They weren’t going to think we were normal anyway.”
“But you didn’t have to go drop fire on their heads?”
“Why not it was pretty.”
“Look, idiot, pretty doesn’t keep us alive. Pretty doesn’t help us blend in with the normal folk.”
“Why would you want to blend in?” he asked.
I could see he was truly curious. “Because I want to live for one thing. And I’d like a normal life like any normal being.”
“Not all that it stacks up to be.”
“I don’t care,” I screamed. “I want to be normal.”
He was silent for a long time, watching the burning village in the valley below. “I’m sorry. I’d take it back if I could.”
“Humph. Little good that does us now.”
“Well, let’s move on before they start to look for us.” It didn’t any good to get angry at him. As much as he said sorry, he really didn’t understand the meaning of the word. He thought just saying sorry made all things better.
He followed me back down the hill and away.
“But can you please not drop fire down on the next village?”
“I can’t drop fire on the next village.”
“Good. Now that’s settled, let’s hope we find another village soon.”
We trotted away, tails wagging, hoping we’d find a master over the next hill.