Cutting Words

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tara swiped peach gloss over her bottom lip again.

Allie thrust the crumpled paper at Tara.

“What is that?” Tara laughed.

“I know you wrote this. About Cindy.”

“Who?” Tara checked the mirror one last time, smoothed a hair into place, and started to walk away. Allie grabbed her wrist.

“What is your issue? Take your crazy out on someone else.”

“It’s your fault if she goes through with it,” Allie called after her.

“Whatever.”

Allie’s phone buzzed. A text from Cindy:
I’m alive. Plan 2 stay that way. C U 2nite.

 

 

April 8 Prompt: Write a renewal story that proclaims “This isn’t the end; I will go on.”

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

Cornered

She ran out of ink.

The damn ballpoint pen actually went dry before she could finish scratching out all the limericks with her name and the offers with her cell phone number. She hurled the Bic into the toilet, and picked up her backpack.

Her breath caught as she heard the girls’ room door open, laughter trickling in. It was the pack, cackling like hyenas. The same girls who wrote filth in the bathroom stalls.

“Did you see the look on her face? Priceless!”

“I know! What. A. Loser.”

“Be right back—gotta go pee.”

Footsteps.

The door opened.

 

 

November 19 Prompt: Toilet (Write a story that includes a toilet. In honor of World Toilet Day)
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch