Dark Flash Fiction: Like The Taste
EDIT: Due to the SOPA protests, I will bring you the next installment of Amott’s Hearth tomorrow instead. My apologies, I figured this was a good way to send my own little protest across
This piece of humorously dark flash fiction was written when I was dwelling on another moment in my life that seems to rare its ugly head: forced promotions. Ah, if it were only this easy and delicious. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
The disapproving scowl on his face was almost too much to bear as I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. He hasn’t been this angry in a long time, which makes this outburst less tolerable. His cutting words sliced my heart as he opened his mouth. “I don’t know what I pay you for, but this isn’t it. I demanded you accept this position earlier; it is obvious now that you need encouragement.”
“Even if you could get away with forcing me, I’d never do it; not in a million years.”
“Oh, you’ll eat all that ice cream. I promise; it’ll happen soon.”
