Here’s the prompt:
She showed up at his door soaking wet, battered, bruised, and covered in glitter.
Feel free to use the prompt to create a short flash fiction. As usual time limit is 15 minutes. Once you have your piece paste it in the comments or leave a link back to your post. Have fun!
Craft Terrorists
She showed up at his door soaking wet, battered, bruised, and covered in glitter.
He opened his mouth and closed it again then opened it again.
“Not one word,” she snarled holding up a finger dripping globs of wet glitter on the tiles.
His mouth snapped shut. He stepped back to let her by. She squelched past him leaving a trail of sparkling footprints for him to follow to the bathroom.
“Stupid,” she growled she tried to pull a towel out of the linen closet without getting glitter on it.
“I thought…” he began but faltered when her death ray glare focused on him.
“I thought you were babysitting,” he choked out.
“I was,” she turned back to the sink and tried to scrape the glitter out of her hair.
“Did the kids do that to you?” He pointed to her blackening eye and the cut on her chin.
“Kids?” She snorted. “Evil demons from the pits of kindergarten hell!”
Something between snarl and a scream ripped from her teeth as she pulled on her hair. Glitter rain bombs exploded against the mirror.
“How did you get covered in glitter?”
“I thought we could make their parents a Valentine card. I thought it would be fun, but oh no!” She yanked the door the shower open. “Those little craft terrorists started a war!”
“They covered you in glitter?” He gaped.
She shed clothes like a stripper and stepped into the shower. “Oh no, nothing so simple.”
“They thought it would be fun to start lobbing craft supplies,” she pointed to her eye, “took a glue canister to the face.”
“Jeez!”
“The glue bottle burst open. Then the little creatures of doom decided to throw glitter at me shouting that I was a witch! A witch!” She scrubbed at her scalp trying to get the sparkles out of her hair.
He shook his head still confused. “But…how did you get wet?”
“They dumped a bucket of water on me!” she screeched.
“Were they trying to clean you up?” He shook his head trying not to laugh.
“No! They thought I was a witch! Like from the Wizard of OZ.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
“It’s ok. I have them again next week and I’m bringing my flying monkeys!” She hissed.
adriana pridemore 