| General Flash Fiction posted July 5, 2020 |
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A 314-word flash fiction story about being lost.
Waiting and Wondering
by LisaMay
It was confusing. Surely I should’ve been one of the first to be needed? I was new around here and, because I was relatively small, had been pushed to the back. I was now getting squashed into a far corner by more recent arrivals.
“Get off me! Get off me!”
I was so uncomfortable, but no one was listening, especially the fatso who had just jammed himself almost on top of me.
This wasn’t turning out at all like I expected. I was one of the chosen ones, specially selected from amongst my own school group. I’d mistakenly assumed that once I was taken to the mystery destination I’d really be appreciated. I felt it was what I was born for. By giving them a taste of what I could do, my sacrifice would be honoured with praise on everyone’s lips.
Meanwhile, I had to wait. It was cold and boring in our cramped quarters, where I was always overlooked. Only the ones above me ever went anywhere. As the days passed and I lost count, I began to realise I was a rank outsider.
One day, as another dawn showed a chink of light at the entrance to our chilly room, I heard muffled voices. My spirits rose; I’d lost hope of ever being taken to the front.
“What’s that godawful stench?”
Suddenly, some of my companions were being jostled aside and I was pulled roughly towards the light.
“Here it is! I found it. It’s this little packet of fish. I remember buying it a while ago. It got lost at the back of the fridge, under a jar of jam. Now it’s lost its label, but it’s clearly past its use-by date and lost its freshness.”
“Thank goodness it’s garbage collection day. Get lost, Mr. Smelly!”
My cries of rejection and humiliation were lost as the rubbish tin lid banged down.
Lost - Flash Fiction writing prompt entry
It was confusing. Surely I should’ve been one of the first to be needed? I was new around here and, because I was relatively small, had been pushed to the back. I was now getting squashed into a far corner by more recent arrivals.
“Get off me! Get off me!”
I was so uncomfortable, but no one was listening, especially the fatso who had just jammed himself almost on top of me.
This wasn’t turning out at all like I expected. I was one of the chosen ones, specially selected from amongst my own school group. I’d mistakenly assumed that once I was taken to the mystery destination I’d really be appreciated. I felt it was what I was born for. By giving them a taste of what I could do, my sacrifice would be honoured with praise on everyone’s lips.
Meanwhile, I had to wait. It was cold and boring in our cramped quarters, where I was always overlooked. Only the ones above me ever went anywhere. As the days passed and I lost count, I began to realise I was a rank outsider.
One day, as another dawn showed a chink of light at the entrance to our chilly room, I heard muffled voices. My spirits rose; I’d lost hope of ever being taken to the front.
“What’s that godawful stench?”
Suddenly, some of my companions were being jostled aside and I was pulled roughly towards the light.
“Here it is! I found it. It’s this little packet of fish. I remember buying it a while ago. It got lost at the back of the fridge, under a jar of jam. Now it’s lost its label, but it’s clearly past its use-by date and lost its freshness.”
“Thank goodness it’s garbage collection day. Get lost, Mr. Smelly!”
My cries of rejection and humiliation were lost as the rubbish tin lid banged down.
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Writing Prompt Write a flash fiction story under 500 words about being lost |
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