Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Pier


“Why did you bring me here?” 

“Do you know what is today?” My mother asks. How can I forget?

I was sixteen and my brother was twelve when our parents took us to the pier. “It’s my favorite place when I was a boy.” My dad said joyously. My brother didn’t reply, he just gazed out the window, staring at the birds. My brother was born with a genetic defect causing malformation in his brain.

“Are you excited?” I asked. He turned to me and smiled.

We walked along the boardwalk. I had never seen him so excited, running five steps ahead, and pointing at the dolphins in the water. “Look,” he said, his speech slightly garbled.

“I know, they’re dolphins.” I replied, joining him by the railing. Sometimes, I’m more like a mother than a sister.

“Do you have a lighter?” I turned and saw a cigarette between my mother’s lips.

“Please, not today.” Father said and that was when I heard the splash.

“Yeah, I remember,” I say, “He drowned because of you.”

(~175 words)

I am participating in 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. 

17 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Pier

    1. Actually, the boy fell into the water and drowned because everyone’s back was turned for a second. The father was looking at the mother, the mother was looking at her cigarette, and the girl was looking at her parents. Very sad indeed. Thank you for reading.

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  1. Wonderfully written Yinglan. So sad the little brother dies because the Mom isn’t paying attention. Because she was looking for a lighter? You have to watch little guys so much and so closely.


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