The children quickly ran screaming from the one room school-house, the moment Stymie started pouring gasoline from the jerry can over every desk, chair and shelf in the room. I paused at the door, turned and saw Stymie with a blank expression. . .No his eyes were distant. He turned the gas can upside down and saturated his body. He struck a match and the next thing I heard was puff. There wasn’t anything I could do to help Stymie. As I ran I heard Stymie laughing and ringing the recess bell.
The firemen never found Stymie’s body.
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 02/21/14
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It’s time for Friday Fictioneer’s and I almost didn’t hang out this week. I woke up with this story this morning. For those who haven’t heard Friday fictioneeer is an addictive writing challenge. Thanks to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple who provides us with a new photo to work with every Wednesday to interpret with a 100 word story. This is an excellent way to fine tune your editing craft. But it’s okay if you go over or below the word count a little. I find it challenging to work my story down or up until I have exactly 100 words. But many go over a little or less.
This week photo is the compliment of David Stewart