“Get that thing out of my garden before any of the guests see,” she said in a harsh whisper.
“But mom,” I started.
“Don’t. I’ve worked too hard to orchestrate this. You will remove that thing. You will come back down with your best manners. And you will get into Alexandre Academy.” She turned on her heel to rejoin her party.
I nudged Mephistopheles onto my arm. He’d probably be happier with the other insects in my room, the same way I’d be happier in public school.
“I can always get kicked out,” I told Mephistopheles. He nodded.
Song Choice: Reflection from Mulan
Yellow Bug, picture by Shaktiki Sharma
This flash fiction story was inspired by the picture prompt given at Friday Fictioners.
This post first appeared on Http://kestrilsrhythmsandgroove.blogspot.com/, please read the originial post: here
