for camp nanowrimo of April 2016, I decided to write a series of flash fiction pieces that are tied together to (hopefully by their edited end) make a novel. It’s rock and roll, baby!
Like Teen Spirit
You are standing in front of your locker with your earbuds in place listening to Radiohead when someone yanks out the left one. You swing around about to lash out at the intruder, certain it’s Ramon, when you see that it’s Eddie Rodgers and he is standing there grinning at you like the athlete nerd that he is. He holds a pale pink rose out to you and you stare at it like he’s offering you a black widow spider.
“What do you want?” you ask.
“To give you this rose.”
You look from it to him. It’s a perfect pink rosebud. A normal girl would have squealed, hopped, hugged the stem to her chest…
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