This week for Flash Fiction we decided that the word was Forrests. Well, they decided to write abut Forests, I wrote about Forrests. We had all week to write it, which allowed me time to research, but otherwise we only were allowed 15 minutes to write.
“Oh god, not this again.” Mars Sr. said with a heavy voice, “Why does he always do this?”
Whitaker agreed with a knowing nod. He knew that there would be no stopping it now, and it irked him to no end. He couldn’t help himself and shot a disguised grimace over to Mars Sr.. Whitaker had hoped that Mars Sr. hadn’t noticed, but when the candy mogul took a telling last inhale on his Popeye cigarette before snuffing it out, Whitaker got ready for the inevitable.
“So,” Mars Sr. said after a long exuberant puff, “You are going to blame me for this aren’t you?”
Whitaker snapped back at full force, “And why wouldn’t I? You were the one who introduced him to it in the first place! This is all your fault! We all blame you!”
Mars Sr. looked around the room and met the eyes of everyone. Mims looked on stern, O’Connor couldn’t return the stare but it was there, Breyfogle took a long sip of his kool-aid through an evil glare, but then Mars Sr. saw the face of Mars Jr.. Even his own son was selling him out on this.
Mars Sr. slumped his shoulders in defeat. They were right, this was his fault.
“My momma always said life is like a box of-”
Gump was interrupted by every member of the Forrests Only Clubhouse with a hearty round of “Shut up already!”
If you only had 15 minutes to write about Forests (or Forrests) what would you write about?