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7/31/2019 Micro Fiction - Short Story
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Step 4:
Why dont you guys just walk to dance class today? Lizzies mom said. Ugh, but
Terry! I whined. No, its fine. We can walk, dont be lazy. Lizzie interrupted. Yea,
Liv. Itll be fine. But dont forget anything! My mom said. We ran inside and got our
dance stuff together. I was still wearing my flip flops, T- shirt and jeans. Without timeto fiddle-faddle and no time to change we vigorously stuffed our leotards and ballet
shoes into Lizzies backpack. Im the queen of leaving things behind, I forget my
belongings everywhere. Ive been known for this all of my life. Apprehensive of
leaving so quickly, I pause in the door step trying to remember something I know Id
forgotten. Interrupting my train of thought, my mom yells, Liv, take my cell phone in
case anything happens!(I was 10; 10 year olds didnt have cell phones back then.)
She runs to me and hands me her cell phone, kisses me on the cheek and says I love
you. Cmon! Lizzie yells, in her snooty 13 yr old girl sort of way. I tuck the cell
phone in my back pocket and lock the door behind me. Skip over to Liz as a joke, and
we were on our way. Voosh! a large city bus flew passed us. It was so loud it felt
like it hit us. Holy crap Liz said out of breath from the scare. How crazy would that
be if it hit us? Could you imagine being hit by a bus?! We joked on about how terrible
and funny that would be. Itd be just like Mean Girls we would say.
Waiting at the stop light on S 1st and Turtle Creek, Liz had the lovely idea of putting
her ballet shoes on now, so she doesnt waste time when we got to class. Me already
knowing this is incredibly damaging towards the poor ole shoe, I, regrettably, wanted
to do exactly what she was doing, because she was older and smarter and prettier.
She dug in her bag for hers, May I have mine? She picked hers out, and kept
digging and digging. Liv, youre so stupid their not in here. Fudge I said out loud,
while thinking the real F bomb in my head. Maybe Miss Burbank will have some extra
for you. Cant go back now. We continued walking, Liz, as always, with an astute
attitude, while I slumped in agony. I knew I was going to be screwed. Lets cross
here, its a waste of time to go to the stop light. Crossing S 1 st just before rush-hour
is no easy task. Okay, but run to the I yelled. Liz ran, not listening to me. I
followed. I stopped at the yellow line, as I was going to finish telling her. But she kept
going. Time had slowed down from this moment on. What is she doing? I thought to
myself. Liz! No! A car was sharply turning and Lizzie was moving so slow. The car
was accelerating faster and faster. Lizzie was moving even slower. I ran. I pushed her
out of the way.
(That part is really lame, if you could help me make it more climactic thatd beawesome!)
Im gliding. Almost flying. Everything is silent, my head is empty. My hidden foot is
stuck underneath the moving tire of an old green van. I look up at the young Hispanic
woman driving, her face is petrified. She shouts to me with an accent What do I
do!? I tell her calmly to stop, as if I were an angel whispering it in her ear.
7/31/2019 Micro Fiction - Short Story
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The next thing I remember I was sitting in the middle of a road, still calm as an angel,
starring at my bones; theyre not in my leg anymore. An artery from what was left of
my foot was spurting into an already massive puddle of blood. My hearing was lost.
My sight limited. My brain had left, as if there was nothing inside my head. I grabbed
the cell phone from my back pocket. I dial my home number slowly. 4 4 8 3
2 8 1 click before I even attempt to put the phone to my ear, a police officerasked me if I wanted him to speak. I handed him the phone as if he were now the
angel.