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Speed Demon
"Faster, Mikey. Faster!"
Little Timmy clapped his chubby little hands with glee.
"Faster, Mikey. Faster!"
Mikey pushed Timmy faster and faster.
"Faster, Mikey. Faster!"
And faster.
At the crest of the hill, Mikey let go and watched as gravity propelled the wagon toward the noisy blur of rush hour traffic on Route 12.
Timmy screamed.
Mikey smiled.
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Comment by: celiza - 2008-01-14 04:02
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| really interesting turn of events. Innocent in the beginning but with a splash of trouble in the end. |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2008-01-13 13:23
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Lured in by the prosaic tone, shocked by the ending - that's my kinda story, James.
Cheers
Karen |
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Oh. Here's my evidence, I see. I still think they're both to blame. I think the tone in this story is more interesting. You are more successful in maintaining an edgy tone--it's funny until you really pay attention to what's going on.
Nice edit with the gravity sentence, by the way, based on the other comments. |
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Comment by: Juan2 Online- 2008-01-11 20:51
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Dang, that Mikey is just a bad, bad kid. Anti-christ, anyone? Well done James, I officially never want children.
happy writings. |
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Comment by: Nora - 2008-01-11 15:27
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| I felt terribly sorry for Timmy until I read the other story. Evil babies! Bad seeds! Great stories! |
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