The stage was set, time to teach smarty pants Joel and his mum a lesson, especially his mum.
It was the perfect day to show off her son. The genius son of a common but ambitious waitress, the press will eat up the story once he wins the competition.
Pouring himself a glass of juice ensuring to mimic the flow of a water tap, he smiled at Joel.
“Mummy I want to use the toilet.”
Slowly the cookie starts to crumple, first step in motion.
“Mummy I don’t feel like playing today.”
“Oh don’t worry you’ll be fine, just focus. You’ve beaten better opponents before.”
As Joel sat down, the neighbours turned the volume on their stereo up filling the air with Reggae music.
Joel slumped in his chair there was no way he was going to win,he won’t be able to concentrate.
Oh this will be the easiest game for us, thought his mum. Her camera was ready to feed live to facebook.
I might not have the brains but I am a master of misdirection.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Iain Kelly (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.