Flash! Friday for Nov. 27: Sweet Death

If you’re not familiar with what Flash! Friday is, here’s the explainer. But in short, it’s a fun weekly contest of flash fiction writers, where each week a new picture prompt, “element” prompt (based on fire and ice), and a limited word count is given, and writers have 24 hours to submit their story. By Monday, the judges pick a winner.

The Nov. 27 prompt was this picture:

Kids Sharing Love. photo by Aamir Mohd Khan.

The additional prompt was to either include a progneitor/parent (fire element) or include a gamer (ice element). The word count was less than 200 words.

I was fortunate enough to receive a lovely shout-out from one of the judges, Voima Oy, who said about my piece:

“In Brett Milam‘s “Sweet Death“, the picture is deceptive–it seems innocent, but it’s horrifying–the sweetness and poison of antifreeze.”

You can read the full results here.

My entry had a word count of 199 words, and used the fire element. Here is my entry:

The banana bits had ethylene glycol buried within its flesh. No, not by the little hands of the girls. They were too young for such chemistry know-how and malice, although they’d grow into one of those later.

Azaan never noticed, and in fact, remarked upon how much sweeter the banana tasted than normal. By happenstance of their generosity to him, neither girl tasted the sweetness of the ethylene glycol.

Tragedy bears fruit in the stupidest of gardens, one must admit. After all, an annoyed, but competitive banana merchant set out to sabotage his competition. Since he operated a food truck, it wasn’t abnormal to have a few containers of antifreeze sitting around, seductive, and sweet.

The girls, with some of mother’s rupee coins, bought the first batch of the competitor’s laced bananas that early morning.

And by the evening, Azaan feeling more lethargic than a kid should, would begin stumbling and slurring his words. His kidneys would slide into renal failure, like a peel off a ripe banana, if his parents didn’t take notice soon.

As for the merchant, he would move to a new location in the city, selling his bananas, and with plenty of antifreeze still unused.

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