Every two weeks writers have the chance to take part in Soliloquies Anthology’s Flash Fiction contest. We publish a new writing prompt as a starting point, and you write a story in 300 words or less.
A Girl Walks into a Bar
I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done but by the look on his face I’m sure I did and I don’t even know him but I know that’s the face he makes when he’s really scared like when he was eight or nine and his brother made him stay up late and watch the movie It based on the book by Stephen King where the demon clown named It murders children and he had been so frightened watching the movie that he hid his face under his Transformers blanket and counted to one hundred because there wasn’t cell phones back then or Flappy Bird
so he had to count and count and so he never saw the part where the clown turns into a giant Claymation spider at the end and it’s really quite hilarious but no he didn’t see that awful animation nor did he see Tim Curry the actor who played It in any of his other more comedic roles such as Dr. Frank-N-Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show or Wadsworth from Clue the movie adaptation of the popular board game and there wasn't IMDB back then or internet at all to dilute the image with a brighter busier more inclusive fiction so the scene with the evil clown hiding in the sewers luring little children in yellow raincoats off of the street and dragging them down into the dark and the filth only to tear them apart with his razor sharp teeth and excellently maintained makeup replayed every time he closed his eyes for three months and he didn’t sleep and now whenever he sees clowns he remembers all of the nightmares and the sticky lingering sweat and shameful pools of cool morning urine seeped into the mattress and clinging to his favourite Ninja Turtle pajamas and he feels it again that pang of dread that heart stopping thump in his lungs and I can see it there now through his widening black pupils that small terrified boy and all of my immediate doubt falls away and realization takes hold and I know no matter how long I stare the truth of what I’ve done isn’t going away and I think to myself that I really shouldn’t have worn so much make up tonight or done all that coke and then maybe I wouldn’t have walked up to this really cute guy at the bar and made him relive all of his cinematic childhood trauma by biting him on the arm as hard as I could because that is a terrible way to introduce yourself to people even if you are just really really high but it’s okay because it’s 2014 and cell phones exist and so does the internet and I can just walk away and go sit in that chair in the corner and play Flappy Bird until Britney finishes making out with that other guy or the lights come on and I can go home.
Soili Smith is currently a student of English Literature and Creative Writing at Concordia University. She’s a clean and considerate non-smoker, and spends most of her time in her room writing or doing puzzles. Her writing often revolves around Northern British Columbia, where she lives and works when she’s not here. This artist bio may or may not have been copy-and-pasted from her Plenty Of Fish profile.
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