fiction friday 2: roses are blue.

fiction friday.


fiction friday: two.
∼ This is the second installment (of a work not-yet-titled)
∼ First, read the first — fiction friday: one.


Twenty Years Ago…

“Mommy!” she ran inside through the sliding door and crashed into her mother’s hip.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Sara wrapped an arm around her daughter.

“He took all the red ones.” She pushed a lovely little drawing of flowers into her mom’s hand. “I had to make the flowers blue. He won’t give me any red crayons.” Tears fell from her sweet little eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I love the blue flowers.” Sara smiled to her and then to her friend leaning on the counter near them sipping coffee.

“Katie.” Mom’s friend wanted to comfort her, too. Jill had known Katie her entire life. She was as close as any blood relative… probably closer.

Katie looked up at Jill, still wiping tears from her cheeks.

“You know,” she explained, “he only steals your crayons and teases you because he loves you so much.”

Katie made a face. “No, he doesn’t… he’s mean. And that is gross!”

Jill and Sara laughed at her reaction. Before another gross thought was spoken, the boy who supposedly loved Katie ran into the kitchen.

He handed Jill his artwork. “Mommy, look!” She took the paper from his hand. “I drew you and me and Daddy. We’re all robots. Red ones.” He stared at Katie when he said that. Red ones.

Katie stuck her tongue out at him. He returned the gesture immediately, and when he saw her take a step away from her mom, he ran outside. Katie chased him around the yard. Finally, she pretended to give up but she was a smart little girl. She had a plan. She sat on one of her swings and slowly started moving. He approached and headed for the swing beside her, but the moment he tried to sit, Katie pulled the swing out from under him and he fell to the ground. She laughed at him.

“You’re going to give my red crayons back… right?” She threatened him in an adorable little-girl way.

“No! Why should I? You made me fall!”

She made him fall. Yes, she did.

swing.
You just read Fiction Friday: Roses Are Blue #2. Also available:
Blue 1 ||| Blue 3Blue 4Blue 5Blue 6 | Blue 7 | Blue 8 | Blue 9 | Blue 10 | Blue 11
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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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14 Responses to fiction friday 2: roses are blue.

  1. Tiegan says:

    Interesting. The nameless boy is the guy from the future in the previous instalment, I’m guessing?

    Wonderful, as usual. I actually got really excited when I saw your second instalment on my Reader. Haha.

    -T

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  3. Oh this is great! I love how you’re building suspense!

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  4. beingmepresently says:

    I can’t wait for the next instalment. X

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  5. Wandering Soul says:

    this is killing me. Now, next Friday is a long way off! hey, its my birthday soon. gimme a sneak peak, will you? I get that much atleast, don’t I? this is killingg me ! I am now ‘dead’. Now i shall come and haunt you while you are making oatmeal cookies. I’ll hide the dough. I’ll switch the jar of sugar with salt. I’lll …. ugh… just sit and wait for next Friday! 😦

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    • Next week’s installment will be a little longer. (Hey, I’m adapting this as I go from something I wrote a few years ago… I have to give myself enough time to keep up!) 💙

      Also… I’ll be continuing “how I met your father”… Like, today. 🙂

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