by S.V. Farnsworth

  I’ve never written Flash Fiction before. To be honest, I didn’t think I could do it at all, but here’s the losing entry I submitted to Janet Reid, Literary Agent’s blog contest. Tell me if it stinks like peanut butter.

  I discovered the remains of a snack bag wedged in the emergency exit. School was out but someone had a lesson to learn. I leaned down to pick up the trash. Bits of pretzel bites oozed peanut butter. My nostrils flared and I pulled back. Any closer and I’d end up in the hospital.

  I should have let it go, but a gust of wind blew in. The pretzels had stopped the door from closing. Why hadn’t the alarm gone off? Stepping in the mess, I pressed open the cold steel portal to find a gun between my eyes. Bam!


  I know; (self-criticism) melodrama, purple prose, “Bam!” really?! Ha ha ha! Oh, well. I had fun. I’ll do better next time. Because I had fun there will be a next time. Happy Writing!