Flash Fiction: Third Person

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In books there’s always the drunk one. And the hesitant one. And the sober, sensible one – the person warning about the lake’s depth, the submerged dangers and the weeds to get tangled in. I should have been that person when we went down to the water in the dark, but instead we three were all the first kind. Giggling, we pulled off our clothes, plunged in, screaming at the cold.

A full five minutes of laughing and splashing went by before we missed him.

‘Peter!’ We tread water. ‘Stop messing around!’

In the blink of an eye we became the third person.

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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this weekly 100-word Friday Fictioneers writing event. Join in. Read other people’s. The picture this week is supplied by Erin Leary.

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65 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Third Person

  1. Another fab piece & great interpretation of the prompt picture… love the literary links. Only thing that jarred for me was ‘we shouted’ because the exclamation mark already indicated that… but that’s real nit-picking😶

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  2. I really like the edit, haven’t read the story before, but get it from the comments.
    This is such a common situation, tragedy waiting to happen. Sometimes I wonder how so many of us made it past our ‘Sturm und Drang’ years. It’s a very powerful scene, I especially like the introduction that drew me in right away.

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