Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: The Little Brother

“Screw you guys, I’m going home.”

Timmy pouted and stormed across the field. Never a good sport. The apple of mummy’s eye, wrong sat with the world, not him.

Behind Timmy’s back, Davy extended his middle finger and held his tongue. Anything said would be held against him in the court of adults. His brother the golden son. The youngest. Their mother constantly nagged Davy to play with snot. No one wanted to play with a spoiled dobber.

“Good ridden,” said their neighbour and Davy’s best mate as he kicked a soccer ball between his feet, “Lets go to mine before he comes back. I have a new X-box game.”

Mission accomplished. A fun afternoon without the brat. Their plan a success.

 

(122 words)

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here

 

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8 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Little Brother”

  1. It may be difficult to deal with a nagging younger sibling. Should Davy not have been more accomodating of his younger brother?

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