Flash Fiction Writing Prompt #1

Flash Fiction Writing Prompt #1

A straight-A high school student falls in love with the troll who lives in her locker.

Heavy rain fell at Wicklow High School. Building Three’s gutter was clogged and overpour sheeted the windows.  Inside a warning bell sounded, the halls emptied, and second period began for all students except one. Mattie stood at her locker. She leaned in so that her forehead pressed against cool metal.

“I thought we were going to runaway together,” she whispered.

The troll who lived in her locker held out his pocked hand.

Mattie grasped tightly, “You promised,” she said.

The faint smell of lingonberry and wet soil wisped as the troll shifted his weight onto Mattie’s Intermediate French book. “I just can’t,” he said.

“But I don’t understand. You said you love me.”

“My family doesn’t approve,” the troll finally said.

She looked hurt and tears began. “But I’ve got straight A’s this year and I’ve never been in any trouble. Why wouldn’t they approve of me?”

As the troll searched for the right response, Mattie let go of his hand. She said, “I’ll never give up on us. I’ll go talk to your family and I won’t leave until they like me.”

She slammed the door of her locker and hurried away. The troll sat there in the mostly dark. He thought of Mattie, the figure she’d cut as she walked up the craggy hill to his family’s cave. He imagined the sweet sound of her voice as she called out for them. He knew they’d like her. Probably with cabbage and carrots.

3 Comments

  1. The Third Child

    Lesson of the day children, do not seek codependency from any voices you hear from your locker, this can apply to any mundane items that is not meant to speak.

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