Flash Fiction: Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge
“Where the hell is Wayne Donald?!”
Kinley Chris yells from across the salty shore. Her younger sister shot like lightning from their grandmother’s front porch to the mouth of the beach when she heard the fireworks.
To try and coax her home, Kinley runs at full speed with a bag of gummy bears dangling from her back pocket–her sister’s favorite snack.
“Wayne Donald! Wayne Donald! I’ve got your favorite snack! Come on out here. I ain’t got all day!”
The girls are the two most oddly named children at their school–in their neighborhood. Wayne Donald, the youngest, at age 7, is a blonde-haired, green-eyed turbo train of unbridled anxiety. Kinley Chris, 13, is cinnamon sunshine with a pinch of “Don’t waste my time”, and their personalities speak before they do.
Plainly put, they don’t need an introduction.
The girls’ grandmother sits in her art room, rocking back and forth to the sound of the island’s fireworks.
No one is allowed in this room, not even her husband (not the girls’ biological grandfather). The room is both peaceful and creepy. It’s a vibrant green with a cream and gold ceiling, and has Art Deco-like furniture. It smells like a scene from a Foghorn Leghorn cartoon married to last night’s dinner. The girls gladly stay out of it.
“Wayne Donald! Wayne!!! Girl, where are you?! It’s getting dark, and I’m cold as the teats on a mama polar bear!”
On the pier, directly behind the viewers, Wayne Donald appears. She is wearing a snaggletoothed smile and sea-soaked clothes.
“I’m right here, Kinley Chris! If I was a snake, woulda bit ya!”
The little girl races to her older sister, slaps five with her, and snatches the gummy bears from her back pocket.
“If that was all I had to do to get these here gummy bears outta ya, Kinley, I woulda did it long ago.”
She leans into the tight embrace of her big sister, and they plop their tired bodies on the muddied sand.
“If all you wanted was some candy, Wayne Donald, all you had to do was ask.”
The girls’ grandmother lifts the window in the art room and calls them home. Her wretched voice echoes along the beach. They race each other back to the long-winding porch and float through the front door.
Tomorrow’s adventures await.
This piece is my offering for this week’s Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge. The name, “Wayne Donald,” came to me first, then the image of the little girls, and the story wrote itself from there. I love these challenges, and I am grateful for them as kickstarters for buried creativity.
A Cornered Gurl 
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