onehundredwordstory

“Swop yer,” Brendon said.

Suspicious of my rival, I suppressed the impulse to snatch the one football card required to complete my collection. from his outstretched hand.

“What for?”

“That,” he pointed at the small plastic dog hanging from my satchel.

“Really?” I almost threw him the toy I’d hooked out of the cereal box this morning and grabbed my prize, gloating inwardly at his stupidity.

He skipped across the playground.

Becky squealed with excitement, hugging and kissing Brendon after he dropped the dog into her palm.

I could read his smug smirk over Becky’s shoulder:

“Who’s the sucker, now?”

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First published as a reply to the #FlashFictionFriday on Mastodon The prompt was the first line: “it’s like something out of a bad comic book”

Mystery Man

It’s like something out of a bad comic book, he thought.

Not that he’d know.

William didn’t read comics. He thought they were for kids. Even as a child he’d thought they were childish.

His friend Simon had a collection. He devoured anything with a superhero in it.

William thought they looked ridiculous and the “powers” were just so unrealistic.

It was ironic, he thought looking down at the street far below, that he’d been rescued from a burning building by this faintly-familiar masked man.

Not to mention the physics-defying flying thing.

He couldn’t wait to tell Simon.

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