The Worst Thing to Even Happen to a Boy
Here is a piece I wrote for a 100-word story site, that wasn't chosen. I thought I'd share it since it's the middle of July and I have a killer sore throat and woozy head. The writing prompt was a picture of Army men toys with a rainbow-hued something in the background.
The Worst Thing to Ever Happen to a Boy
Sick in summertime, noon, friends’ laughter outside his window, where Bobby is condemned to rest. Nothing worse has ever happened to a boy.
Disobeying orders, he slides out of bed, jammies damp with sweat, and hauls out the Army guys. They crouch on the dusty desk, against the fuzzy warm rainbow of grandma’s afghan over the window, softening the sun.
Bobby coughs, shivers, blows hot breath up and over his face. His head pounds. Bang! He makes them skirmish, fall.
Back to bed, mom calls. His hand lingers. He pouts. It’s the worst thing to ever happen to a boy.