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Friday Flash: The Emperor’s Nightstand

Once upon a time, in a land where books where short enough to be read in under fifteen minutes and conversations never lasted more than three, the ruling Emperor and Empress had a son who never did as he was told. No matter what they tried, the stubborn boy refused to pass from idea to idea like everyone else did. He extended conversations to as long as half an hour and he pestered all his tutors to stay with a single subject well past the socially acceptable limit.

No matter what they did, he would smile and belabor his point until whoever was trying to argue with him would get bored with the topic and move on.

They hoped he would grow out of it and settle into a proper quick step rhythm, but as he moved through puberty his attention span grew until as a young man, he could stare at a single flower all afternoon without moving. His parents were certain that he was cursed, but never got around to confirming it, the business of the moment always taking precedence.

Then one day when the Emperor was making his way up to the top of the castle’s North Tower, the stairs, which had been needing repair for years but promised to take far too long to fix, finally gave out, taking the Emperor down with them in their collapse.

As with every ceremony, the funeral was short and the mourning period even shorter. Within hours of his father’s death, the new Emperor was crowned and his mother had retired to the countryside where she could indulge in her passion for sketching the ever-changing clouds, preparing five-minute tapas recipes and whatever else took her fancy.

Although saddened at his father’s passing, the new Emperor wasted no time putting into action a scheme that he’d come up with during his flower-staring sessions.

First he ordered the production of small tables which he then commanded be put in every bedroom in the empire. As it was something novel to catch the interest of his change-loving subjects, they took to the idea easily but soon forgot the new piece of furniture, which in most cases happened after a day or two.

Next, the Emperor had a lamp cast for every table and gave his guards something to do by having them distribute the lamps to every household. Some guards complained that they got bored by the repetitive work, but after the Emperor set the first few complainers the task of counting how much money he was spending in this project, they rest shut up and got on with their work.

Finally, the Emperor instituted a bedtime across the entire empire. As of nine o’clock each evening, every person who was not working had to be in bed and were only allowed to leave for calls of nature.

This last edict nearly caused a rebellion, but as no one could stay focused long enough to organize anything serious, the Emperor got his way.

“What are we to do with the time?” the populace asked.

“Read,” was the Emperor’s response.

“But when we finish one story we can’t get out bed to get the next.”

Expecting this reponse, the Emperor’s official communiqué explained that for this reason, every person had a nightstand where books might be stored temporarily.

The populace accepted this solution, but soon complained that with the amount of time they were expected to be in bed, they needed more books than could fit on the small table.

“Give us a larger table!” they cried.

But the Emperor was as prepared for this complaint as he’d been prepared for all the rest.

“No,” he proclaimed. “Read longer books.”

Six months later the Emperor removed the bedtime curfew, but as everyone had their nose stuck in a book, no one noticed.


Today’s Friday Fiction was inspired by the topic What Books Are on Your Nightstand? the opening question in the inaugural cycle of the Merry-Go-Round Blog Tour, an ongoing tour where you, the reader, travel around the world from author’s blog to author’s blog. We have all sorts of writers at all stages in their writing career, so there’s something for everyone to enjoy.

If you want to get to know nearly twenty other writers and find out what books are on their nightstand, check out the Merry-Go-Round Blog Tour.


Posted by on July 1, 2011 in Friday flash


Something Amiss: Friday Flash

Today’s story explores the beginning of a new adventure for Amanda, the fairy life-coach in the soon-to-be-published An Extraordinarily Ordinary Life.


Amanda ran through the underbrush. She could hear the dogs behind her, no closer at least. She was upwind of them so she couldn’t smell them, but that meant they could smell her. And her fear was making her generate a lot of scent. Fear tended to do that kind of thing. She should try to get downwind of them and then it would be just a matter of confusing her trail.

That should be easy.

Then again, she should also just be able to hop home easily enough, but she couldn’t. Not only was she stuck on Earth, but she was trapped as a rabbit. If she could just get a breather she might be able to turn back into human form. But the dogs wouldn’t leave her alone.

How could she be so stupid? She was a fairy godmother. Fairy godmothers don’t get themselves cursed! They got rid of curses!

The Reynards had to be behind this. The Lapini/Reynard feud was getting worse. Those foxes thought they were so smart, but just wait until she got home. The Council would finally have to do something about them.

Distracted from her running, she stumbled over a root. Great, now she was a clumsy rabbit too. What next?

Amanda checked her paws making sure she hadn’t sprained anything. She noticed the silence. The dogs were gone. Where? How? Then she realized that the woods had vanished as well. It wasn’t the dogs that disappeared. It was her. She didn’t recognize where she was. She was in an open field of short grasses. It wasn’t Earth and it wasn’t home. Grass wasn’t blue in either place.

Then the scene shifted again, melting in a way that was oddly familiar. She looked down the hallway she was now in. A clock hung at the far end of the long door-lined corridor. She couldn’t see the time, but she knew she was late. Very late. The exam had started a long time ago and she had missed it completely, which meant a big fat F for her. Now she’d never graduate. She felt like crying.

Mike woke up from his dream.

“That was weird,” he muttered to himself.

He’d had the missed exam dream before – who hadn’t? But never as a rabbit, especially not a female rabbit named Amanda.

Hopping carefully inside Mike’s subconscious, Amanda wondered how she had gotten there and how she was going to get out.


Mockery: Friday Flash

“You two are in so much trouble!” my little brother yelled at us from the upstairs balcony, welcoming us home in his special way.

Trouble was probably the understatement of the year, but what I didn’t get was why Roger wasn’t freaking out. I mean, Jared and I had gone to a fairy rave and had disappeared for months. I knew exactly how long it had been because my cellphone told me. Thank god for technology.

We had discussed strategy on the way over, but coming up with a blank, we decided to tell more or less the truth. That we had no idea where we had been for months, however, since life isn’t a soap opera where people regularly lose their memories, we doubted it would work.

And now my little brat of a brother is telling us we’re in for it big time but he’s acting like it’s a normal level of wrong-doing. Jared and I exchanged confused glances.

“Mom!” Roger yelled into the house. “They’re back!”

My mother stomped out of the bedroom and glared down at us.

“Where have the two of you been? We’ve been waiting for you forever. The others have already gone ahead. In the car, now.”

“What the-?” Jared said.

“Shh, let’s play along with it. Something very weird is going on. Can you fake your way through whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing?”

He nodded. Good boy.

So, we got in the car and Mom drove us to some house in the country where we had a barbecue with people we didn’t know, but who obviously knew us. I managed it all right, but Jared was close to cracking by the time we left.

“Total freakyville horror time,” he whispered to me at one point. “I’m supposedly friends with this guy.” He meant the son of the family we were having lunch with. I told him to chill and we’d figure it out later. And I knew who to ask.

The moment we got home, I grabbed Jared and dragged him away.

“Where are we going?”

“To see Stickman.”

Stickman’s this laidback fairy guy that’s made out of twigs. He hangs out by the side of the road watching cars. Unlike the batboy fairy that got us into this mess to start with, Stickman strikes me as someone you could trust. Well, as much as any fairy could be trusted.

We practically ran down the stairs that lead from our street through the park down to the vacant lot that Stickman hangs out in. And we were in luck. He still sat in the shade of his favorite bush and hadn’t yet gone for his evening stroll around the city.

When he saw us the twigs that made up his mouth spread into a smile. Jared shuddered as always seeing the walking pile of twigs and sticks, but I smiled back and waved. If this were any other day I’d have given Jared a hard time for being racist, but today he got a free pass.

“Ah, it’s the wanderers,” Stickman said by way of greeting.

“Hunh?” Jared asked, coherently expressing his confusion as always.

“I think he means that he knew we spent several months in the fairy world.”

“That’s not quite it,” Stickman said, rising to his feet. “But I doubt you want to know the reality of situation.”

“Hunh?” Jared repeated. Honestly, he’s a lot smarter than he sounded at that moment.

“You’re still wandering.”

Wait a second. What? No, no, no.

“When we left the party, we didn’t really leave, did we?”

Stickman pointed behind us and we turned. Lined up down the stairs in the park were a whole bunch of fairies, dressed in the clothes our families. They were all laughing us.

Oh crap.


Posted by on April 15, 2011 in AtoZ Challenge, Friday flash, Online Fiction


Getting Into Trouble: Friday Flash

Every couple of minutes Jared pinched himself, continually certain that he was dreaming. There was no way he could be awake and be experiencing this freaky party. Trolls, dwarves, elves, bird and animal people, even tree and plant people like his sort-of friend the Stickman. They were all gathered together in the park having one of the wildest parties Jared had ever seen, including Hollywood blockbuster parties. And yet no one complained and the cops hadn’t come to break it up.

“That’s because we’re not really in the normal world,” Paula told him. “Now loosen up and let yourself have some fun. I’m going to go dance with batboy again. Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“No, I’m good here.” Here was a park bench near the edge of the improvised dancefloor, where he could keep an eye on his friend while she danced but for some reason unpopular with the rest of the partiers. That suited Jared just fine. He had no interest in talking to any of these creatures. They weirded him out too much.

Before arriving at the party, Paula had promised him that they’d stay for no more than an hour but surely more than that had passed already. He wasn’t sure because his watch had stopped working the moment they’d crossed into the park and the battery on his cell phone died shortly after, despite having charged it up only that afternoon.

Other than telling him to relax, several times, Paula had warned him no to eat or drink anything.

“It’s how they trap you in the fairy world.”

Being trapped anywhere was not on Jared’s agenda, so he firmly kept his mouth shut, in case something accidentally entered and could be considered food by some weird loophole.

He watched Paula dance a little while longer, then got up. It was more than time to leave. Dawn was coming soon and if their parents woke up before Paula and Jared got back to the rented villa, being trapped in the fairy world would seem like a picnic. Besides, his fingers were cold and his ass was damp from the wooden bench.

Paula was on the other side of the trampled-down grass dancing with an insanely short guy with rodent features. She had taken off her jacket and had tied it around her shoulders like a cape which flare out every time she spun around.

“Paula, let’s go,” he said. “It’s getting late.”

She stopped spinning.

“You’re no fun.”

“No, I’m not. But I am keeping out of trouble. Home. Now.”

“Spoilsport.” She untied her jacket and slipped it on. “It’s been fun,” she said to the batboy. “Maybe we can do it again.”

Batboy yawned. “Your boring friend is right. It’s really late. Time to go roost. I’ll walk you out.”

“Aren’t you the gentleman?”

Jared rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe that Paula was flirting with a creature that was less than half her height and was more than half animal. As they walked out of the parked, he could help but feel that everyone was watching them, although if he tried to catch the stares, no one appeared to be paying them any attention.

Then they were at the edge of the park and stepped out onto the street–

Into hot bright sunlight. Both the night and the winter had vanished in that single step.

“What the-?”

“Hey! What’s going on here?” Paula grabbed the batboy’s shirt and practically lifted him up. “You said that nothing was going to happen to me if I came to the party.”

With disturbing ease, the fairy disengaged himself from Paula’s grasp and smiled. Jared shivered despite the heat.

“My exact words that no harm would come to you while I lived. Have you suffered any harm?”

“Damn! How stupid of me! Did you do this for a reason or just because we’re dumb humans to have fun with?”

“Dumb humans.”

“Damn! So how much time has passed?”

To Jared, Paula seemed to be taking the time shift rather too calmly. Personally, he was on the point of fainting. How long had passed? What had happened to their families in the meantime? What would they say when they got home again?

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Whatever batboy had said, Paula wasn’t happy with the answer. “I demand that you fix things. Now.”

Jared tensed. He didn’t know much about fairies as that was more Paula’s thing, but he couldn’t imagine throwing orders about would be a good idea. Fortunately however, the fairy didn’t get angry. In fact, he laughed, turned into a bad and flew off, leaving the two of them alone on the street, a sheen of sweat forming on their faces.

“Um Jared?”

“Yeah Paula?”

“Would saying sorry help?”

“Not really.”

“Oh. Let’s go home and face the music.”

Having nothing to add, Jared indicated that she go first and then followed her up the hill towards home. If it still was their home.


This flash fiction follows the story of Jared and Paula which you can find in the Friday Flash archives.


Posted by on April 8, 2011 in AtoZ Challenge, Friday flash, Online Fiction


Agonizingly Happy: Friday Flash

Hannah had died and gone to Hell, stuck in the world as a happy ghost.

In the three years since her death, she had been forced to feel never-ending happiness. The pain of this much happiness was almost enough to kill her, if she had still been alive. In fact, it had been the happiness that had killed her in the first place, a jolt of pure happiness hitting her and overloading her circuits.

Nothing she did got rid of it.

She had never been happy in life and that had suited her just fine. Happiness only distracted people from their goals. She was living (dead?) proof of that. Every time she tried to pass this feeling of joy onto someone else the happiness would spike and she would miss her opportunity, usually to comedic joy-increasing effect.

She couldn’t go on like this, but she had no idea what to do about it. Other ghosts refused to deal with her, saying that her aura was “too bright”as if she could turn it down at will. She had spent the past three years fighting the happiness on a daily basis and she was tired, no, more than tired. She was exhausted.

Colin found her sulking in the park one night, her sparkling aura lighting up the area and confusing the pigeons who were trying to sleep. He had been drawn to the light because it was something he had lacked ever since he had died of a broken heart, his happiness robbed from him by a callous lover.

He approached her bench at a slow glide. Most everyone, from ghosts to people to animals shied away from the black hole of his aura no matter how friendly he tried to be. As he got closer the darkness of his aura reached out and began sucking in the light of Hannah’s bright aura. This was why everyone ran away from him. Too much time near him and he would suck every bit of joy out of them altogether. He didn’t want to and it only caused him to feel sadder and guiltier, but that was the nature of his death. He was a joy vampire whether he liked it or not.

But this bright aura gave him hope. There was so much joy there. Surely he wouldn’t be able to absorb it all. And if it looked like he was about to, he would leave. In the meantime he’d at least get to experience a little bit of happiness.

Hannah snapped out of the daze that had come to replace sleep feeling as if someone was tugging at her, but no one was there. And yet something was definitely pulling at her. For the first time in three years she felt the touch of someone else even if it was an invisible force. Her happiness surged and also for the first time since dying, she didn’t mind the spike.

It didn’t last though. As soon at her joy levels rose, they dropped again flowing out of her like water out of a tub and it wasn’t just the increase that vanished. The overwhelming background happiness started dropping as well. In normal circumstances that her happiness was ebbing would have pleased her, but any pleasure she felt flowed away as quickly as it flowed into her.

Not that she minded, but it couldn’t be natural. She looked around for the cause and barely made out a shadow of a man standing in the darkness off to her right.

“Are you doing this?” she asked.

“Do you want me to stop?” was the muffled response.

“No! Take all you want! I’ve been trying to get rid of it for years.”

Colin stepped forward opening himself up to more of the woman’s happiness. It flooded into him and kept on coming. Finally! Tears came to his eyes as he experienced happiness again after so long in darkness. He felt the joy fill up even the darkest corners of his soul. He’d done it. He’d gotten rid of the hurt. The tension he’d been carrying around since his death eased as everything around him got brighter. He laughed and clapped his hands like a thrilled toddler.

He tried to take a step back, replete with happiness, but he found himself fixed to the spot, with more and more joy flowing into him. It was too much! His body burned with happiness and turned to pain. No! He struggled and pulled but he couldn’t break loose. If he weren’t already dead, he would have died of happiness.

As the happiness drained out of her, Hannah heaved a sigh of relief, however the pleasure didn’t last as the other ghost started to pull at her too much. The happiness had all gone and yet the flow wouldn’t turn off. It kept going pulling other emotions out of her starting with all the good ones and moving on down the scale. She saw the dark man become increasingly brighter and brighter until he was too brilliant to look at. His brightness and her pain fogged her vision. She tried to pull away but the attraction between them was too strong. In moments she’d lost all strength and, no longer able fight against the pull, she plunged foward stumbling down the pathway towards the ghost that was sucking her solul from her.

Pressure built up inside Colin as the happiness turned progressively darker. No! It couldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t return to the darkness. He wouldn’t let his blackened soul destroy the happiness he was feeling, even if it was overwhelming. Whatever was happening it was connected to this woman. He couldn’t break the connection, but maybe if he made physical contact he could stop the psychic one.

He took one step foward expecting more resistance, but the burning sensation eased somewhat. Another step and the pain dropped down another notch. And another and another. He started to run, desperate to stop the agony, but didn’t see that the woman had already begun her own journey towards him.

The two of them slammed into each other and the shared joy and pain blossomed in a shower of etheral sparks. And in that moment of explosion, the two souls moved on , each one finally balanced, the last thought of both of them a single unified “Oh!”.


Posted by on April 1, 2011 in AtoZ Challenge, Friday flash, Online Fiction


Friday Flash: An Unscheduled Kill

The following is an excerpt from the first chapter of my current work-in-progress. In it, we meet William, the bad-boy antagonist/love interest. Enjoy!


Unable to sleep, William decided to go kill someone. It wouldn’t be a planned kill and his Matriarch might get angry at him for jumping ahead of schedule, but with the arrival of his foreign cousin, this unknown contender for the throne, William needed something to calm him down. It wasn’t as if he were really worried about the newcomer, but it added an unknown to a situation that his Matriarch had been planning for years. William didn’t like unknowns. He had suggested getting rid of his cousin on his first night, to send a message to the rest of the Matriarchs to not try the same sort of trick in the future, but his Matriarch had disagreed.

“Before we do anything we need to know why Agnes thinks that this boy will take the crown. She’s a tricky one and I won’t underestimate her by assuming that he’s merely a decoy in a larger plan.”

So, William went to find someone else.

He prowled the passageways with quiet practiced ease. Who would it be? Maybe he would surprise everyone and take out his own wife. Three months married and she had yet to let him into their marriage bed. “I’m too young,” she had said. Sixteen was not too young. Many of his other cousins, male and female, had already produced children. He was eighteen and he needed to get started, soon. Unfortunately she had the right to refuse him. The Matriarchs did not permit any sort of forcing. So William had to wait until Hannah relented, until their marriage contract ran out in another nine months, or until someone got rid of her and left him a widower.

But no, he wouldn’t do it. Her bloodline was too valuable. As the daughter of the current King and four other Kings in her direct line, her children would start high on the list. If someone killed her, it wouldn’t be him.

So who?

The answer came almost immediately.


It was perfect. Although he wasn’t even in the top ten, Mark always acted as if he were already King. A year younger than William, he already had two children. If he was allowed to live, he would produce far too many rivals for William’s own future children. Better to kill him now before any more of his spawn were born.

As he made his way to Mark’s chambers, he thought about the best way to do the deed. Nighttime killings were often done with poison, drops of something smeared on a doorhandle or bedpost. Half-asleep people were often much less careful with what they touched and they rubbed their eyes a lot. But William hadn’t brought such drops with him, besides such direct methods were crude. William preferred accidental deaths. A fallen statue, a candle too close to a curtain, slipping in the bath, or a poor tackle in a game of handball.

He reached Mark’s suites without having made a decision. He would have to improvise.

Of course there were no servants on guard, why would they risk their own lives? And William had long ago learned how to get past any of the Citadel’s ancient locks. Besides, Mark was so confident, he hadn’t set any traps against intruders. Why would he? He was too low on the list to matter. But that was short-term thinking. William looked to the future and so Mark had to go. He slipped into the parlor and froze, listening for any sign that someone had heard him. Nothing. He didn’t have to worry about a spouse as Mark’s Matriarch was still negotiating his latest marriage contract. As he snuck across the open room, his hearing, smell and touch making up for the limited visibility.

He touched the door to Mark’s sleeping chamber with the tips of his gloved fingers. Mark wouldn’t be the first who had poison or otherwise boobytrapped the only way into his room. After exploring it carefully, he put his ear close, hearing nothing on the other side. The door was warm, however, which gave him an inkling of an idea. He tripped the lock mechanism and let himself in. The light from the moon shone on Mark’s uncovered body. He had thrown off his covers and wore no shirt. His pale tight skin glowed in the light, his rising and falling musclular chest two small moons.

William looked for the source of the room’s heat finding a brazier at the end of the bed. Too easy. Pulling out a strip of cloth out of a side pocket of his trousers, he slid it under the door, filling the gap that was there. A few steps back to the brazier, he crouched down over it. The coal had been burning for several hours already but there was still enough fuel left to do the job. Out of another pocket William pulled out a small cloth pouch. Inside it was a powder made from the gelder vine. Its extract was used as a powerful anathesia, but inhaling the burning fumes would produce an all-over paralysis, stopping as well Mark’s heart and lungs. The smoke would clear quickly but it would be too late for Mark.

He would already be dead.

And in the morning when his servant found him, they could only confirm that he had somehow died in his sleep.

Popping open the top of the brazier, quickly so as to not burn his gloved fingers, he dropped the sachet on top of the charcoal and closed it again. He would have a few minutes before the bag would burn through. Enough time to get to the window and get out.

Movement on the bed caused William to crouch down even further, but after not hearing anything else he risked a peek. Mark had rolled over, taking the blankets with him and revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything at all. In the light from the window Mark’s buttocks looked even more like two small moons than his chest had. A sizzle from below told William to get out, and fast, if he didn’t want to die along with his naked cousin. The window eased open without a noise and William was on the ledge outside in moments. Some people liked to stick around to watch the fruits of their labors, but not him. Witnessing an accident implied trying to help and some accidents just couldn’t be helped. He slid along the wall and disappeared around the corner where he could get back in through an empty bedroom.


Posted by on February 25, 2011 in Friday flash, Online Fiction


Friday Flash: An Unintended Consequence

Hannah hated how helpless she felt. She had never allowed herself not to succeed at something she wanted and she wasn’t going to let this happiness thing beat her. Just because she was dead and overly full of a joy she didn’t want, that didn’t mean she still wasn’t herself.

Which, she supposed, was a part of the problem. Having never cared about pleasing others in life, she had no idea how to go about making people happy now that she was dead. What made it even more difficult was that it seemed that no one could see her. With much practice she had learned to move things around but instead of cheering people up it just scared them and they would run away.

Not at all productive.

After who knows how long trying to find someone who wasn’t scared of moving-on-their-own objects, she gave up. As weak as the living was, they weren’t able to handle her. At least that hadn’t changed from living to dead.

But it meant she had only one option left.

She was going to have to do anonymous good deeds to spread the happiness about. She gagged on the thought. If she had to make others happy, she at least expected credit for it? It was like working for free and she had never done that, not even as a child when she wouldn’t do any household chore without some sort of contract written up between herself and her parents.

In the end, however, she decided to do it. The contract would be between herself and the unwanted happiness.

“If you agree to leave me alone, I will do my best to spread cheer and not look for any credit.”

Of course, the happiness didn’t respond, unless she counted the ever-present ecstasy that underlay everything she did or thought. It was all she had, so she accepted the self-imposed contract.

She took the next few days to scout out a good recipient of her good deed. A stickler for solid research, she wouldn’t go into this willy-nilly. It needed to be ordered and carefully arranged for maximum happiness dispersal. And if she could do something that would bring happiness to more than one person, all the better. She only wanted to have to do this once.

After looking at several possible locations, she decided on a school yard. Her memories told her that there was a whole lot of unhappiness to be found there and she also seemed to remember that most children (who weren’t her) swung from mood to mood like a pendulum. Surely a good deed would have a desire effect in a place like that.

A few more days gave her the participants as well. In the elementary school she had chosen, there were three distinct groups of children: the bullies, the bullied and the ignored. The ignored made up the majority, but they lived in fear of becoming one of the bullied.

In her various experiments with her abilities, she had discovered that she could lower the ambient temperature of the air around her. By focusing on this talent strongly enough, she could create ice of out thin air.

Her plan was a simple one. The next time the bullied group found themselves being victimized, she would freeze the ground beneath the bullies and give them an etheral push. Once everyone had seen the untopple powers in the school struggle and fall for apparently no reason but their own clumsiness, they’d rise up and lose their fear, making everyone happier. Well, not the bullies, but she couldn’t please everyone.

She kept vigil, every day waiting for just the perfect moment when all the bullies had gathered together to pick on someone in front of a large audience.

Hannah slid through the air and touched the ground beneath their feet willing it to freeze. She was about to give them the final push when the doors to the school burst open and three teachers came storming out. The bullies scattered, managing to stay upright as they ran off the narrow strip of ice.

Unfortunately however, the teachers strode straight at where the bullies had just been, right onto the strip of icy playground. In their dress shoes they suddenly found themselves without any traction and as one they flew up into the air, then danced in a line, trying to regain their balance.

The whole playground, bullies, bullied and ignored all burst into peels of laughter.

As did Hannah. Unwillingly she gaffawed like she had never done in life. Her spirit writhed in coils of glee as the slapstick-quality accident unfolded in front of her. Yes, the children were momentarily happier watching their teachers pinwheel across the pavement, but she hadn’t counted on the happiness within her reacting to the comedy in front of her.

And instead of ridding herself of her happiness, she had managed to increase it.

Damnation. That was not supposed to happen.


Posted by on February 18, 2011 in Friday flash, Online Fiction