Fifteen Minute Ficlets (#15MF) is a weekly Sunday writing challenge hosted here on The Literary Phoenix. Based on a single word, write a short story in fifteen minutes. The word count is irrelevant. Just write your heart out for 15 minutes and be inspired by the word. You never know what you’ll end up with!
1. a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed.
1. choose and use particular words in order to say or write (something).
1. used to express agreement.
Don’t Say It
Emily plopped down on the worn beige couch with such enthusiasm that Sparky nearly spilled the bowl of popcorn all over the both of them. She shot her best friend a nasty look, but she saw Emily grinning so widely at her that her cheeks dimpled. She had done it on purpose.
Sparky rolled her eyes and moved a little to her left, away from her best friend. All the popcorn for her, and none for Emily.
Emily reached across her in a dramatic flourish and grabbed a handful. She popped one of the buttery bites between her pink lips and asked, “Ready?” The DVD remote was help loftily in her hand, like a relic of a forgotten era.
Inching a little further away to make it more difficult for Emily to reach the popcorn, she shrugged, “Sure.”
It was a tradition of theirs every Saturday night, if there wasn’t something better to do. At eight o’clock, they’d set up downstairs in Emily’s finished basement and have a movie night. They’d done it since they were six years old, and at sixteen it was one of the only things they still did together. Emily would fawn over cute actors and classic lines, and Sparky would point out the stupid decisions girls made and how unrealistic some of the scenes were. Both chattered constantly through the film. It was a ritual Sparky was only comfortable performing with Emily.
“I can’t believe we’re watching Beetlejuice again,” Sparky whined. “It makes no sense that Betelgeuse is the only one with any sign of rot on his face. And that part where the shaman character sprinkles dust over B-”
Emily’s hand smacked hard enough over Sparky’s mouth that this time she did drop the popcorn; fortunately it just slid to the side between the two of them and Emily grabbed the bowl with her free hand. “Don’t say that word.”
Sparky pried her friend’s hand off her mouth and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a child. It’s not real.”
Emily huddled the popcorn on to her own lap and chomped at it happily. “You don’t know that,” she disagreed, and hit the play button on the remote.
Arms crossed over her chest, Sparky watched the opening credits and tried to remember where she had put the essay about ghosts, fiction, and probability she wrote Emily on this subject last October.
Emily Flower and Elizabeth “Sparky” Jones are best friends, but in my WIP Sparky Jones: Life on Shuffle that isn’t always readily apparent. When the prompt “word” came up, for some reason I could only think of Beetlejuice! And I thought these two would definitely indulge in a proper movie night… and this is basically how it would go.
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