It’s Nemo! It’s Nemo!” Charlie said as he circled the small pond so he could watch the multi-colored fish move between the limits of his small world.
“Do you think that might be Dory?” Charlie’s mother asked. She encouraged this bit of harmless imagination in the hopes it might occupy Charlie’s busy mind for a little while. She was nearly exhausted from a day of wrangling her three year old through clothing stores whilst trying to augment his wardrobe as well as her own. The three year old boy was not patient in any regard, wanting to run off at the first chance.
“No mommy, Dory was funny. This fish is boring,” Charlie assessed.
“Why do you think she is boring?” his mother asked.
“All she does is swim around Nemo. This fish does not do that, it is not Nemo’s friend.”
Audie was surprised at how much thought her son put into this analysis. He obviously took in more than she gave him credit for doing.
“She will not help Nemo find his dad, so we have to,” Charlie said.
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner hosted by Roger Shipp on A Writer’s Community.
Herm could feel the eyes of a stranger on him. He was reviewing a photograph he had just captured on his tablet when he heard an unfamiliar voice over his left shoulder.
“How do you do that?” the stranger asked.
Herm looked incredulously at the man who held a camera of his own. The question was vague, so he pressed for clarity.
“I mean the perspective. It looks as if there is a stone giant readying to smash the steel tower. I can never make that happen in my photographs. I tried once when I went to Cleveland to watch the Indians. I had Mike Trout of the Angles in the palm of my hand I thought when I took the photo but in the end it came out looking cheesy.
“It took me a while to master it,” Herm said. “You really just have to eyeball it until you get the correct positioning. It is all about angles, quite a bit of geometry you know.”
“Well this just got a lot more embarrassing,” the man replied.
“How so?” Herm asked.
“I work at the university downtown,” the man said.
“Oh really, what do you teach?”
This is my second shot at Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. It is something I found by searching the Daily Prompt’s listing of blogging events. It is hosted by a guy named Roger (found this out from another Practitioner) and you can find it at this blog: A Writer’s Community.
I really enjoy these flash fiction challenges with a photo prompt because they give you just enough to start a story. The saying goes a picture is worth a thousand words. Well in most of these type of challenges you have only a fraction of that, so the words you choose must carry meaning.