Story: Being Green
Written for: 
brigits_flame, 24-Hour Mini Contest, day 1
Prompt: Green
Words: 140Rating: PG
Being Green
“Eww!”
“That’s disgusting!”
The crowd of fifth grade girls scooted away laughing, and Iris moved along with them, as it seemed the thing to do. Still, Iris wasn’t quite sure what was wrong or disgusting about those little Irish men dressed in green or why her best friend was proclaiming to be one. It wasn’t even St. Patrick’s Day.
The giggles died down, Iris’ best friend was reincluded into the group and everyone returned to their meals. The conversation turned back to less puzzling topics. For some reason, the word stuck in her head, even though she didn’t bother to check it with a dictionary.
It took Iris another year to realise that there was a slight difference between “leprechaun” and “lesbian”. Perhaps admitting to being a mythological Irish creature wouldn’t have taken her yet another six years.
brigits_flame, 24-Hour Mini Contest, day 1
Prompt: Green
Words: 140Rating: PG
Being Green
“Eww!”
“That’s disgusting!”
The crowd of fifth grade girls scooted away laughing, and Iris moved along with them, as it seemed the thing to do. Still, Iris wasn’t quite sure what was wrong or disgusting about those little Irish men dressed in green or why her best friend was proclaiming to be one. It wasn’t even St. Patrick’s Day.
The giggles died down, Iris’ best friend was reincluded into the group and everyone returned to their meals. The conversation turned back to less puzzling topics. For some reason, the word stuck in her head, even though she didn’t bother to check it with a dictionary.
It took Iris another year to realise that there was a slight difference between “leprechaun” and “lesbian”. Perhaps admitting to being a mythological Irish creature wouldn’t have taken her yet another six years.