Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Red Tent


wpid-photo-20150325145151952“Are you okay?” Marla said sympathetically to her boyfriend Paul as he bent over a paper bag, retching. Marla couldn’t help smiling inside. It was just a Ferris Wheel and it wasn’t the kind where your feet are dangling in the air.

Paul wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and nodded. “Oh, yeah, probably just ate something bad.”

He dumped the paper bag into the trashcan next to the bench they’re sitting while reached for the bottle water next to him. He took a swig and draped his arm around Marla’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Marla asked again.

“Yes, babe, I’m fine. The question is are you ready for the next ride?” Paul asked in his manly voice.

Marla giggled and together, they made their way through the fairground, dodging crowds and admiring the fast motions of the twisty roller coasters. “Ooh, that looks fun.” Paul’s eyes followed Marla’s finger to the red tent at the far end of the fairground.

“Are you sure, babe?” She nodded as he swallowed.

(~175 Words)

The conclusion is out, you can read it here
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 
This look very incomplete, I know. Part 2 and conclusion might be coming tomorrow. 

15 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Red Tent

  1. Poor lad! He really isn’t very good at being ‘manly’ is he? 🙂 Hopefully whatever’s in the red tent won’t make him sick, though his reaction doesn’t bode well for any upcoming displays of manliness…:)

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