Flash Fiction: Nine Years Old

© Liz Sanders

“Nine Years Old” by Shanel Thompson

When I was nine years old, every week my mom and I would pick a job and for a few days I would “test it out”. We would write four careers on a ripped piece of paper, put them in a little bowl and I would stick my hand in it, close my eyes and pick one.

 My mom, Linda, would spend hours at her sewing machine making my costumes. She was an actress and loved to play dress up. We  called our little experiment “The adventures of the free spirited Timmy”.

One week, my mom lucked out, I dipped my hand in that little bowl and the words “actor” were scribbled on the paper. I went to school, came back and my mom had turned our little living room into a stage. She gave me her pretty white robe and I decided it would make a great cape.

It was my time to shine I thought as I walked across the stage. I reached into my pocket for the paper my mom had given to me as my lines and on it read “ Be brave my son, the world is yours to conquer.”

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