The earth has spun another 14π radians, and that means it’s Friday Fictioneers again! Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. Thanks for reading!
And Yet it Moves
The little girl glances at the banner, left hand clutching a barbacued turkey leg. “T-O-Y-S T-H-A-T F-L-Y” she sounds out in her head. She looks at me. I stare back. The turkey leg gets lighter, lighter; it rises into the air and drifts slowly between us. She reaches and the leg drifts down, down, her fingers close around the aluminum foil. Now outside the tent, she takes her mom’s hand and glances back at me. I’m still sitting here in my metal folding chair; I ain’t going anywhere.