Fast Fiction Challenge: Whither My Sister's Zither?
Title: Whither My Sister's Zither?
Word: fox
Challenger: elfie_elfie
Length: 200 words exactly I watched as she started to panic, and took a malicious enjoyment in the spectacle; as she ran around the house, in ever increasing alarm, the enjoyment became almost too much to bear.
Almost, but not quite.
With a supreme effort she appeared to calm herself, muttering. Whatever she said seemed to have a temporary palliative effect. Then she calmly and slowly walked towards her collection of plush dolls by the side of her bed and calmly and slowly kicked the crap out of them. The fox she’d had since infancy demolished in seconds.
“Where is it?” she screamed, “I need it - where the hell is it?”
I knew, but stayed silent, my face a picture of innocence. She glanced in my direction and I shrugged, as if I sympathised but that to me, it was no big deal.
Her costume, hung up by her bedroom door, was pressed and the golden buttons gleamed in the sunlight, ready for the show only an hour away. It seemed to mock her, it was so pristine, yet my sibling was distraught.
It was her own fault really - if she could scare off her brother’s lover, I could steal my sister’s zither.
© Lee Barnett, 2006
Word: fox
Challenger: elfie_elfie
Length: 200 words exactly I watched as she started to panic, and took a malicious enjoyment in the spectacle; as she ran around the house, in ever increasing alarm, the enjoyment became almost too much to bear.
Almost, but not quite.
With a supreme effort she appeared to calm herself, muttering. Whatever she said seemed to have a temporary palliative effect. Then she calmly and slowly walked towards her collection of plush dolls by the side of her bed and calmly and slowly kicked the crap out of them. The fox she’d had since infancy demolished in seconds.
“Where is it?” she screamed, “I need it - where the hell is it?”
I knew, but stayed silent, my face a picture of innocence. She glanced in my direction and I shrugged, as if I sympathised but that to me, it was no big deal.
Her costume, hung up by her bedroom door, was pressed and the golden buttons gleamed in the sunlight, ready for the show only an hour away. It seemed to mock her, it was so pristine, yet my sibling was distraught.
It was her own fault really - if she could scare off her brother’s lover, I could steal my sister’s zither.
© Lee Barnett, 2006