My effort at flash fiction under 300 words using the words book, lost and nothing.
|Calvin was one of those boys who had the deck stacked against him since day one. He was a small child, coming into this world at a mere four pounds six ounces. Now, at ten, his short, fragile frame had barely any muscle, causing his clothes to hang, rather than fit, on his strange little body. A pair of wire rimmed spectacles turned out to be the bulls eye, on an otherwise perfect target, for practically every kid at his school. Calvin couldn't remember a day without torment.
When the lunch bell rang and the safety of a supervised classroom dissolved, Calvin would shrink from the room and escape into a small wooden shed behind the gymnasium. Here, the smell of old leather and grass clippings comforted him and for thirty minutes, he'd immerse himself in a BOOK.
Today's story was his favorite, he'd read it dozens of times. It was about a soldier separated from his regiment, LOST and struggling to survive in an unforgiving forest, pursued by a highly trained, violent tracker.
Calvin turned the page to find his hero trapped by the enemy. The soldier reached for his knife. This was the point where he'd make his escape and even though Calvin knew every duck, slash, thrust, kick and stab, his pulse rate quickened in anticipation of the action.
Suddenly, the door to the shed swung open. Sunlight hit him like a punch and he dropped the book.
"Hey look who I found," yelled a familiar voice. "What are you doing asshole?"
Calvin's hands began to tremble.
"NOTHING," he whispered as he reached for his knife and prepared for his escape.