MICROFICTION | PROMPT
Walking on Water
You can never please them, so why hide?
“Why is your hair short like a boy?”
“Why are you wearing a long checkered dress to a pool party?”
I don’t want them to think I’m asking for the wrong kind of attention.
That was one version of me, boring, shy, and a downer. Their words cut through my papery skin and constructed a permanent shard in my heart.
When I received an opportunity to start over, I grabbed it by the reins and constructed a new me, cell by cell. I was reborn from ashes and dust.
Did you see her skirt last night? Such a shameless flirt.
She’s so loud. I can’t tolerate one more second of her.
He’s just using you, you know. He’ll trade up soon enough.
Whispers swirled in the air and caught my ears every day. I erected dams to block them, but someone always shared, hoping to gain a favor in return.
I asked for my remaining wish. Take me back to the day I transformed.
When I waded into the water, fully clothed, no one noticed. So, I took one step, then another. Taking a second to acclimatize, I weighed my options.
Levitating two inches off the surface, I traversed the length of the pool.
I relished the look on their gaping faces, with eyes about to combust. She stumbled off her perch, and her pretty head hit the tiles with a thump.
No one moved. They were beginning to fear me.
Prompt: Pick a weird stock image, and write a story inspired by it.
