Flash Fiction: Progress-

Flash Fiction: Progress-

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Jeremy Abdul-Kareem Green!” A voice roared from across the parking lot, “you will not kill me before my time.”

The recipient of the intended threat, a young boy dressed in accordance with the impending storm expected to downpour any moment, stopped in his tracks. Jeremy had heard that same statement everyday of his life, he’d mastered a meek appearance with downcast eyes and pouted lips in response.

His mother sighed, then asked in a much lower voice, “what did you do this time?
He had made paper boats and sent them down the toilet.

And they sent you home for that?” She asked quizzically. Turns out, they weren’t just “a few” boats, which resulted in the clogging of the school drain.

Jeremy’s mother paused for a moment, then said, “9 days…The longest you’ve gone without getting into trouble so far,” Jeremy smiled.
I wish you’d made it to ten, but, well it is progress”.

The teacher looking out to see if Jeremy’s mother had arrived was astounded to find the duo hugging.


word count: 173. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge where each week we are provided a picture to write a 75-175 word story on. Thank you very much @Jessica Haines for this week’s photo.

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27 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Progress-

  1. Funny…some things turn into the norm…and is actually expected from someone. It reminds me of the students in school that always did crazy things to disrupt the class, but they never really got into trouble…however, let someone that is normally quiet and never causes trouble.. and when they do something , it becomes a major issue.

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