Flash! Fiction by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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My Undivided Attention

"Alright, straighten up! Eyes to the front. Lose the smile. Matter of fact, remember. Stop fidgeting. Be still. Watch, listen, wait, just like we rehearsed."

"F___in’ automaton. Think this is gonna go somewhere?"

"Yeah, if you'll shut up. And stay out of the way. We had an agreement, so cut it out with the tantrums. You just can't follow through with anything can you?

"F___ you! It’s you that’s always getting us into these holes, and then you blame me."

"That's enough. And get that nose hair. It's distracting."

"Owww!"

"We can't stand here all day. Besides, you'd have cut your nose off if you'd used scissors…. Where was I?"

"'Indispensable assistance' you said."

"No I didn't. But you're right I don't want to come across like a—"

"Why not? That's how it always ends up."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Quiet knocking on the door.

"Just a minute— Oh, did you pick up my shoes?"