Flash Fiction, linked to The Sunday Whirl. Check it out and try using the thirteen words offered this week. They’re not easy! If you’re looking for the response to the dVerse prompt on children’s poetry, it’s the previous post.
Ma Barker’s Boy—the One We Never Heard About
When I regained consciousness, the gravel pitted in my flesh stung as though I’d been dancing with a sea creature whose tentacles held me close, slowly releasing their poison.
My recently vacant mind, now an amalgam of dark thoughts, muddled its way through a fog of nothingness. No one heard my anxious calls for help. No one cared.
I struggled to lift myself from the brick pathway, grabbing hold of a chain link fence nearby. A multitude of notices affixed to the metal announced concert venues, lost dogs and items for sale. Two signs warned me “No Trespassing” and “Post No Notice.” Nothing prohibited me from using it to stand, to keep me from losing my balance.
Once again, though I’d cheated death, I’d lost the war. Everything I’d planned for, had worked for, had failed. I grabbed hold of a nearby trash can and puked. Disappointment, my constant companion, lingered like a bad taste in my mouth.
I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t tell Ma. I headed in the opposite direction and followed my own path to the future.