Hello Everyone and happy weekend! To celebrate my favorite day of the week, each Friday I will highlight a short story, WIP, or other quip. I will write some of my own, but, also open it up for YOU, dear reader to join in.
If you would like to submit a Friday Fable please see the following guidelines:
1. All content MUST be YA, suitable for a general audience.
2. Fables must not exceed 500 words in length.
3. You must use an unpublished, original fable of your own, it can be a work in progress on its’ way for submission consideration.
4. Email to email@example.com with Fable Fridays in the subject line. Paste the entire fable within the email verbiage, not as an attachment.
If this feature grows in popularity, I will begin hosting a Friday Fables contest. Just not sure yet of the parameters, but, I can think of something.
Happy writing and let’s see what fables you can cook up!
The smell of roasted corn, barbeque, and kettle corn filled the air. A clear blue sky provided the perfect backdrop for the small county fair in rural Oklahoma. The bustle of school children out for the day created a lively atmosphere. Each class grade manned a booth at the fair to raise money for their senior class trip. A dunk tank sat in a corner area, where the elementary principal awaited on the precarious perch for someone with impeccable aim. Ring toss, darts, and even a kissing booth boasted lines of kids and adults alike.
Scarlett Johnson and Ricky Roberts walked hand in hand checking out the winning exhibits of farm animals. He was quiet, definitely unusual for such a normally happy junior high kid. Days rarely got better than that one, as the school administration excused classes for students to attend the fair. She attempted to bring a smile. “Knock knock…”
He hesitated, his hand growing sweaty. “Uh…who’s there?”
“Banana,” she replied.
“Who’s there?” Irritation filling his voice.
“Knock knock…” She started giggling.
“Aww, shucks, I know that dumb joke.” He dropped her hand and wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans.
“But, it’s the last time, please?” She batted her eyelashes, trying valiantly to conjure a smile.
“Who’s there?” He asked sullenly.
“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana again?” She broke into laughter.
“Dang it, Scarlett, that jokes’ as old as we are.”
“What’s in your craw, Ricky Roberts? I swear it’s getting old trying to make you smile. I can go hand out with my friends if you’re gonna be difficult.” Scarlett tossed her head such that her pigtail braids flipped.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I just, I need to tell you something and I don’t know how to say it.”
‘We’ve been best friends since Kindergarten, I figured you’d know how to talk to me by now. Ain’t I your girl?”
“Yea, Scarlett, and that’s what makes it harder.” Ricky looked up with tears bubbling in his eyes.
“Oh, shoot, Ricky, what’s the matter? Did your dog die? You know I love that dog like my own.” Impulsive concern flooded her girlish face. “He’s been sick, but, I thought you said he was getting better.”
“He did, I mean, he is getting better, no he didn’t die. Honestly, it’s worse than that and up until last night, I didn’t think anything could be worse than that.”
“Please tell me, you know you’ve got me so worried now.”
“I’m moving away, Scarlett.” Tears flowed freely now down his boyish adolescent cheeks.
“What? No!” Impulsive tears sprang from her own eyes. “Your farm is here, you’ve been here forever, what do you mean you’re moving away?”
“My momma and daddy, they’re getting a divorce. Momma is taking the train somewhere north, and me and my brother and sisters gotta go with her.”
“Did you tell them you love me, that you can’t leave me?”
“They won’t listen to me, they think what we have is silly puppy love anyhow. They don’t care I’m serious about marrying you.”
“You better come back for me, Ricky Roberts, you better make me that promise right now.” Scarlett slumped into a heap onto some scattered straw outside a horse pen.
“I promise, Scarlett, I cross my heart and hope to die promise. I’ll love you forever.”