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Flash Fiction: Bagpiper

“Well laddie, are you sure about this? It won’t be easy.”

The burly man was looking at me with doubtful eyes.

“Yes, sir. I’m sure.”

He nodded at me.

“Very well. Then I suggest…”

Before he could finish his sentence, I heard my friends running towards me.

“Hey Ian! Whatchya doing here? Let’s go to the guitar section.”

“You go on ahead, guys. I will join you in a bit.”

Darren looked at me suspiciously.

“Say Ian, are you interested in bagpipes?”

I nodded at him. My friends looked at each other for a second and then burst out laughing.

“You are such a loser, Ian. Everyone knows bagpipes is for old men. Guitars are the cool stuff. Let’s go guys!”

I watched as my friends turned around and went towards the guitar section of the exhibition. I looked up at the man, who had witnessed my interaction with my friends. I could feel tears welling up. The man smiled at me and ruffled my hair.

“Don’t listen to them, laddie. If you really want to learn bagpipes, do it. I will teach you. Do your best, and prove them wrong.”

I smiled back, at my new mentor.

Word Count: 198

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sept 9, 2018

Tale Weaver #187 – Doing Your Best – 6th September

 

Flash Fiction: Clash

This is the Eight part of the story!

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tales: Statues

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood

Part 3- Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Briefing

Part 5- Flash Fiction: The Hunt Begins

Part 6- Flash Fiction: Target Sighted

Part 7- Flash Fiction: Ready

Happy reading! 🙂

Medusa glided towards Perseus.

The two others were insignificant, mere supporting exhibits. She was most interested in Perseus. She had two reasons to add him to her collection. Being a survivor of the Demigod programme, he was a rare breed, like her. That was the first reason. Her vendetta was the second.

She remembered the last time they had clashed just as if it was yesterday. His squad had cornered her. Caged her in like she was some sort of animal. However, they had learnt that a caged wild animal can be vicious. She had taken down his entire squad in a matter of minutes. They were simply no match for her. What she had failed to realize, was that Perseus had never considered them as his team-mates. He was more than willing to sacrifice them, to meet his objective. He had used them to trap her, and finally had imprisoned her. She had not forgotten anything.

A volley of bullets brought her back to the present. These were regular bullets, not even good enough to scratch her. However, damaging her had not been their objective. While Medusa was distracted by the volley of bullets, Perseus had managed to sneak up behind her. Medusa had learnt her lesson the last time. She knew his tricks now. Before Perseus could shoot, Medusa spun around and landed a solid punch on his face. Perseus went flying through the air and crashed into the trees.

Medusa cackled.

Time’s up, Perseus.

(Read the sequel here- Flash Fiction: Clash 2 )

Word Count: 247

Prompts:

Thursday Photo Prompt: Circle #writephoto

Tale Weaver #184