Microfiction: Open Book

The playground was empty.

This was strange. I had been kept back in detention for an hour after school. The soccer team practiced at this time every day, but they were nowhere to be seen. Even the other kids who generally hung around after school were missing. I walked around the playground looking all around. It seemed like even my friends had ditched me. As I decided to go home, my eyes fell upon an open book, its pages fluttering in the wind. I went near it and picked it up. The page read Don’t Read Me…

I guess it was too late for that, too late for me to go home.

I joined the other kids, becoming just one among the book’s many pages…

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Word Count: 125

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday – 18th April 2019

Flash Fiction: Foiled

This is the third time in quick succession that they have foiled my plans.

This isn’t good for my reputation and it is even worse for my familia. Our funds are running dry. I just cannot fathom how they are one step ahead of every move I make. I’ve already purged out the traitors. Every single man under me is loyal. Then how do they do it? It is almost as if they have ears in this room. Wait a minute. Let me make a nice, silent sweep of the war room.

Aha! As I thought. There’s a bug in the house. I could crush it right here. But no, I’m going to use this bug to hunt bigger game…

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Word Count: 120

Prompt:

11th April 2019 #TellTaleThursday

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya