Dream of a Kiss

The theme for this week’s flash fiction challenge over at Chuck Wendig’s Terribleminds blog is “We’re all human even when we’re not.”

So ya, this is what came out. It wasn’t necessarily the direction I started with but it all seemed to gel together as I let it run free. I’m going to cheat a little here and give some idea of what is going on. Imagine if you will the petulance of the Greek Gods. What might happen if they were teenagers?

Dream of a Kiss

Dream of a Kiss

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“Look at them,” Perse said. “So smug in their smuggy smugness.” She giggled and turned away from the view of the boys on the ball field. She tucked a strand of her soft brown hair behind her ear, only for it to fly away in the wind.

“I’m sure he would do it if you asked him to,” Grace said. “I heard he told Harry that he thought you were cute.” She scratched at her paper with a dull pencil and left indecipherable marks on the page.

Perse’s face and neck took on a light shade of red. “Grace, I can’t do that,” she said. “The boy is supposed to make the first move. It’s the way things are done.”

“That is so last century. Go on and do it. Be assertive with what you want.”

“But, what would my mother say? For that matter, what would his mother say?” She pulled her knees up and hugged them tight to her chest. “Have you ever done it?”

“Well, no. But then I have never really needed to either,” Grace said. “Boys are just drawn to me.”

“I heard it’s because you do the naughty things they like.”

It was Grace’s turn to turn red. She smacked at Perse’s arm. “Rude much? It was only that one time. I really liked him.”

“What happened then?”

“Same old story; girl likes boy, boy likes girl, they share a meaningful gaze into each other’s eyes.” Grace adjusted her dark glasses, ensured they covered her eyes. “That never works out in the end.”

“I didn’t think of that,” Persephone said. “I bet that hurt…”

“You have no idea. Dad complains about the collection in the backyard. Tells me that it’s my fault.”

“He does have a point.”

“Doesn’t mean you need to bring it up. That’s just hurtful.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Perse said. “So, you really think I should talk to him?”

“I really do. Thankfully you won’t have the same issue that I do. Why do they always want to look into my eyes?”

“Don’t you tell them what will happen?”

“I shouldn’t have to. They should respect me enough to let me keep my glasses on.”

“Hello girls.” A deep masculine voice cut the air from behind them. Grace’s hair flew up with a hiss, as Persephone jumped into the air.

“What the hell, George,” Grace said. “Don’t sneak up on us like that. What if my glasses fell off?”

“I can handle it baby.” His steer like horns shone in the early afternoon sun. But his leathery skin looked to be in shadows as it absorbed the light. “Try me sometime. We can take turns, see who’s the stronger.” He belched a noxious cloud of grey-green vapor. “Sorry, must have been something something I ate.”

“Perse’s gonna ask Don out,” Grace blurted.

“I never said that.” She flailed her arms at Grace in an attempt to cover her mouth.

“Cute, young love. You ever get tired of the boys you can always call me up.” Jimmy pulled at the strap of his backpack then pushed past the girls. “My number’s in the book.

“Jerk,” Perse said.

“I know, right,” Grace said. “Ever  since he started at the special school he thinks he’s better than the rest of us.”

“I meant you. Why would you say something like that?”

“Just trying to put a fire under your ass. You know how you get sometimes.”

“But what if he laughs at me,” Perse said. “I don’t think I could handle that kind of rejection.”

“It’s just one boy. At least you don’t have to worry about turning them to stone.”

“Ok, fine, I’ll go talk to him. Do you think you can distract the others?”


“Hey,” Perse said. She smiled at him then looked down at her feet. “I heard you were getting ready for the games.”

“Ya, I have a chance to make state with the javelin this year.” Don said. “So, um, what’s up?”

“I heard you and Dité broke up a bit ago,” she said. “Not that I am pay attention to rumors or anything.”

He kicked at the dirt. “Ya, she had some real jealousy issues,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot an all but, seriously, get a grip right. Not like I did anything wrong or anything.”

“Did you maybe want to go out sometime?”

Don stopped and looked her up and down. “You don’t hold anything back, do you?”

“Sorry, Grace said I should be more assertive and after what I want.”

“Bitch!” She jumped out from behind the bleachers and charged Persephone, fists held at face level. “He’s my man. Get your own.” The blur of hair and flesh tackled Persephone. She pinned her down and smacked at her face and neck.

Don grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her off. “Dité, stop it. We talked about this remember? You said you weren’t going to be like this anymore.”

She pulled and fought against him but couldn’t break free. “And you said you weren’t going to see any other girls anymore.”

“Hey, she approached me,” he said. “We were only talking. Nothing happened, see nothing.”

Perse stood up. “This is crazy,” she said. “I have better things to do than get stuck in this triangle.”

“Ya, that’s right. Walk away,” Dité said. She leaned against Don. “You make me so mad sometimes.”

“I’m sorry. These girls, they just throw theirselves on me.” He put his arm around her shoulders and steered her away from the field. When they were near the bleachers he leaned back behind Dité to see if Perse was watching. He put his hand to his face like a phone and mouthed the words “Call me.”

Perse shook her head and joined up with Grace back on the other side of the field. “Men  are pigs.” She said.


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