Oh, hello. What are you doing here? The story doesn’t start until . . . oh, great, it’s 11 ‘o’clock, isn’t it? Must have overslept. Okay, so let’s see what we missed.
Um so, they’re in a cave. . . oh wow, they’re already fighting. This just got interesting.
Okay, so, first, Celia shouted, “Hiyaa!” or was it, “I’ll get you for this!”? Anyway, she shouted something and charged at the big scary – oh, that is scary – dog with three heads.
She may want to step back a bit, he seems to be slobbering a lot. She pulls out her sword from its case – I don’t know if that’s – oh yeah, sheath – that’s what it’s called.
She’s about to chop off one of his heads. Wait no – he still has his head. He hasn’t retaliated yet. Wait – for it – he’s going to bite her arm . . . or . . . not? His licking her face? Ugh, gross. That’s almost worse than if he bit her arm. Just look at all the slobber. She’s going to have to get a bath after this.
She’s petting his head. This is her shot. Time to chop off some heads, girl. You can do this! Come on. Wait, no, never mind. Their hugging now. Looks like they’re friends.
And now she’s throwing something into the water. It’s a – a – a thorn? Ah, I see, she chopped off a thorn that was stuck in his fur. Why’d she have to use a sword, though?
Oh, well, I guess I would have known if I came to work on time. Looks like the story is over. I’m going to go get some lunch.
Fine Print: Today’s flash fiction was inspired by a prompt I found on Pinterest, “The narrator was running late and just showed up to a story already in progress…”
Elizabeth says
This is such a great narrative voice! It definitely makes for an interesting story 🙂
ElizabethAnne Andrews says
Thanks, Elizabeth! It was fun to write.