I wrote these 298 words from a Flash Fiction Prompt (the sentence on the ninja butterflies) due today. I’m not sure if it’ll be accepted or if it’ll win, but I posted it here cause it’s a different take from a scene already in my book. I think it works better, so I’ll interweave some of it. Let me know if you like it or not.
Eyes don’t deceive me! It can’t be him!
Christopher Mark Cooper flirted with another, a beautiful, expensive-wearing-clothes model. Her flawless face didn’t have a stitch of makeup on.
His sparkling, green eyes moved in my direction.
My own eyes automatically shifted, watching my best friend score the winning goal. I shouted, “You go girl,” but my lungs no longer worked.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remove the image of him with her; but still I peeked at them.
She laughed looking up at him.
Great if I stood next to her she would look down at me.
She touched his arm. Jealousy brewed inside me, made my stomach spill out my spleen along with bile.
Now I feel like ninja butterflies are throwing ninja stars at my stomach.
How could he? We hadn’t committed not to see others, but I hadn’t moved on. Eight months later my heart couldn’t find his replacement. Silly emotions, my brain roared, for a guy I met three times, but my useless heart belonged to him.
Why in my high school stadium? Couldn’t he have taken her anywhere else? Stood with her anywhere else?
My trembling fingers touched my friend’s shoulder. “Frank, my dad’s waiting for us downstairs. Let Maria know I’ll call her later.”
“Sure. See ya. Bye bro.” He fist bumped Nick, and smacked Jason. “Let’s go congratulate our girl. Wasn’t she awesome?”
Already forgotten by my friends, I grabbed my brother’s arm, pulling him away from his soccer buddies leaving us.
“Is dad here?”
“He will be by the time we meet him.”
“Thalía Cassandra Reynari you’re such a party pooper.”
I hurried along, hiding between the crowds, avoiding him.
It was my turning point, the moment I discovered how to forget him; how to live.
My heart’s journey to freedom!