Honored Guest

“Get that thing out of my garden before any of the guests see,” she said in a harsh whisper.

“But mom,” I started.

“Don’t. I’ve worked too hard to orchestrate this. You will remove that thing. You will come back down with your best manners. And you will get into Alexandre Academy.” She turned on her heel to rejoin her party.

I nudged Mephistopheles onto my arm. He’d probably be happier with the other insects in my room, the same way I’d be happier in public school.

“I can always get kicked out,” I told Mephistopheles. He nodded.    



Song Choice:  Reflection from Mulan

Yellow Bug, picture by Shaktiki Sharma

This flash fiction story was inspired by the picture prompt given at Friday Fictioners

55 comments:

  1. Dear Rommy,

    She sounds like a girl with a plan who wants to live her own life. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. I love these stories that plunge us straight into an off-beat world.

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  3. A girl who will make a difference some day!

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  4. I'm in love. Can I please keep Mephistopheles?

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    1. P.S. Can't wait until you read the last book in the Tiffany Aching series, by Terry Pratchett, and meet another Mephistopheles. You are going to giggle. I just know it.

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    2. I just reserved Lords and Ladies through interlibrary loan, but they don't have Carpe Jugulum! *weeps*

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  5. Oh, this young lady is going to go far no matter what school she goes to.

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  6. What a delightful character, hope she fights hard to get what she wants.

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  7. I wonder how many other insects she has in her room? Sooner or later she'll follow her own dream instead of the ones her mother chooses for her. I love her attitude.

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  8. So much said in the words of innocence

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    1. I probably will develop some of these story bits out into larer pieces

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  10. Me too. I want a longer story. Very good.

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  11. Ooh! I like this little girl!

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  12. She's a girl who knows her own mind - loved it!

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  13. Nice visual of me thinking of what lurks in her room

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    1. She probably loves every single creepy crawly in there.

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  14. I felt sorry for the mother - long uphill battle ahead :D

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    1. Her mother certainly does have a struggle on her hands.

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  15. If only such moms were better at listening.

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  16. I love the sense of rebellion in this... and I love the name of the little bug.

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  17. Sweet - this kid knows their own mind.

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  18. she's a force of nature in the making. everybody better watch out. :)

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  19. That girl knows what she wants. No fancy private school for her. Great story.

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  20. Ha! Ha! That is such a delightful story.

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  21. I love a girl who knows what she wants and has a soft, compassionate heart. What a deadly combination! Well done!

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    1. I am so glad that compassionate part of her came through in the story.

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  22. I like the sound of her - a girl who knows her own way. I'm sure she'll find a way into that public school if she wants it badly enough! :)

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  23. Good for her, and a girl after my own heart. I used to keep strange pets, and my children have taken after me. I'm guessing that where you come from, that public school doesn't mean the same as in the UK. Where I live, you need loads of money to send your children to public school, as the fees cost several thousand pounds sterling a term, whereas the free schools are either called state schools or academies. Anyway, whatever, I knew what you were talking about and loved your story! The name for the bug was cool.

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    1. I didn't know that about the UK. Yes, I was writing from an American perspective. Thanks for adding to my cultural knowledge.

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