Flash Fiction: Not My Idea
Indiana (2018) © Nicolas John
Written by Maggie Boccella
Listen.
It wasn’t my idea.
Why would it be my idea?
It’s five in the morning! Have you ever seen me up before five?
Not a damn chance. In what world is it acceptable to drag your sorry ass out of bed at five a.m. on a Thursday?
Okay, yeah, maybe if you work. But not for this.
I know, I know. I shouldn’t have listened. It’s cold. It’s barely spring? It’s technically trespassing. Blah, blah, blah. I know.
I never said I was smart.
I never said they were either.
I know what it looks like — record scratch, “you may be wondering how I got here” and all that. Bad, in every sense of the word.
But if it had been my idea, I would’ve at least thought to bring shoes.
I need better friends.
