Flash Fiction: The know-it-all

Flash Fiction: The know-it-all

image

Did you know..“, Adam began, for about the dozenth time in the past half hour he and his sister, Maina, had been on the boat ride. If he had noticed Maina rolling her eyes at his statement, he took no notice of it and went on describing the effect of the moon on ocean currents at different times of the day. A few minutes into the boat ride and Maina was already regretting her decision to invite him.

You know“, she spoke up, “I invited you so we could bond not to receive a lecture about oceans and currents. My university lecturers are doing just fine on that front”.

“Fine”, Adam mumbled. Then added under his breath, “you should be grateful for the free knowledge I am imparting”.

The smile on Maina’s lips as she soaked in the silence following her brief falling out with her brother, faded away when their boat approached the Oakville bridge. Knowing Adam as well as she did, Maina knew exactly what was coming next,
         “Did you know that bridges…”


word count: 175. So, I have question, do you guys also have somebody in your life (or are you that person) who just loves to give free advice and knowledge and can’t seem to stop?
This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you very much @Joy Pixely for this week’s photo.

Advertisements

27 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The know-it-all

  1. Cute, and it really gives insight to the brother/sister relationship. He just loves to share his knowledge and wants her to know about all the things he knows about. I know people like him and they just don’t realize that enough is enough!!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s