Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let us hold hands and tell stories, and share in the wrath of a child.
Here’s my contribution:
Her Name Is Jane
A plastic bag twirled across the unusually quiet Main Street riding a hot and sticky summer gust.
“She’s a prima ballerina, isn’t she?” asked the child dangling bare legs over the side of the courthouse steps. In another voice she began to make the nappy, stuffed zebra sitting beside her respond but her happy place was dissolving; the ballerina had become snagged on one of the proud trees which lined the street.
This interruption angered the child and she shrieked.
The tree was plucked and flung and in the commotion the zebra toppled off the ledge.