Nobody wanted the role. In fact, nobody in their right mind would had wanted the role. To squeeze your feet into those tiny-size-2-boots everyday for six weeks? No, thanks. Why couldn’t they cast a child for this role? The character is a child anyway. Is casting a child really this difficult? I thought angrily as I got dressed in ratty old clothes and a newspaper-boy-hat. Then squeezing my feet into the tiny boots, I sighed and repeated my mantra, “My name is Jake. I am sixteen years old but for the next six weeks, I am Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol.”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.