This was inspired by Chuck Wendig’s “The Numbers Game” flash fiction challenge, which happened to intersect my brain after a long night of governmentese. I think it might be set in the same story universe as the other flash fictions I’ve thrown together lately.
The three words I chose from Chuck’s list of five are: bishop, lollipop and ivy.
Bishop didn’t want to wake up. He … it reminded me that it was an it, not a nocturnal eight year old. It didn’t want breakfast, even after I made those godawful frozen strudel. I offered cereal, dry and wet. It pushed everything away. I yelled at it– you need to eat! — and then it was okay with a lollipop. Just one. It promised to eat it on the way to the bus.
I went for a walk, afterwards. Found the lollipop stuck to some ivy.
Wondered if he’d come home today.
It. Not he. Not his home.