Conceided
There was never a real reason for it, the repeated looks in the mirror. He needed to see himself at all times. Always satisfied with the man looking back.
The park
3 little girls playing with a red Frisbee are standing under the old maple tree; the very tree that just happens to be my perfect reading tree. The curves of its trunk mold perfectly to my back and my limbs fall perfectly below its limbs. Though they are completely unaware of their trespassing I cannot help but to feel betrayed. With my book still in hand, I begin to wait, to wait mostly for my tree to be available but also for this feeling of betrayal to dissipate. They can’t be older than 6 years of age so I think to myself, Where are their parents? Legal guardians? Otherwise? It’s not safe these days for little girls to be alone at the park, with all the murder and abductions. I hear a voice calling from behind one of the many inadequate trees filling the park and the girls freeze in response. A flush of victory runs through me as they pack up their Frisbee and run towards the hidden voice. The leaves crunch beautifully under my feet as I race to my perfect tree, with its perfect curves. I sink slowly down into my spot and open my book. Success.
The first piece is a flash fiction piece that was inspired by a prompt we had in creative writing.
ReplyDeleteThe second piece is a really short story that basically was meant to show the obsessive view some people have on even the smallest things.