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Thank you to everyone who submitted very funny and interesting stories to the January Flash Fiction Challenge. Only one could be the winner and it was a tough choice. The winner submitted a story with the required elements of humour, pov and characters. This story also had a polished and distinct writing style that stood out above the rest. The winner this month is "Stroke," by Wendy Swore. Congratulations, Wendy and thanks again to all writers who took the time to share your stories with me. I enjoyed them very much.
Stroke
by Wendy Swore
“Hello Saturday.” Joe opened the screen, ready for the one day a week he could spend some real time with his family. Leaving his hard hat on the wall peg, he worked the heel of one boot off with the toe of the other. In the kitchen, his thirteen-year-old daughter laughed at something on the phone.
“Last night was awesome. I’ve been dying to talk to you.”
Joe smiled. She must’ve had a date. He mentally flipped through the boys he’d met. Jake, Ron…and what’s his name. His boot thunked on the floor. He started on the other.
“I know. Dad would freak out.”
His ears perked. Me freak? What could she have done that would…
“Ginormous. I know. And the guy, I mean, I knew Richard was big, but I had no idea.”
A red haze clouded his thoughts. He better be hearing wrong or Richard would be sorry he was ever born.
“Did he tell you that? Yeah, mom’s trying to wash the stains off my shirt. I was totally sweaty too.”
He closed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe. My little girl, what have you done? Maybe he should get a job where he could be home in the evenings. Then he could wait up for her and clean his gun or something.
“I never planned on going that far, but once we started I didn’t want to quit. I felt so…so…well, you’ve done it. You know, right?”
He stifled the urge to pour bleach in his ear to wipe the image from his brain. Kicking off the other boot, Joe stepped into the kitchen. He felt a vein pulsing on his forehead.
His wife walked in. “Hi honey! Lunch will be ready in a jiff.” She patted their little girl on the shoulder and whispered. “Tell her about the stroking.”
His jaw hit the floor.
“Oh yeah, it was so perfect—so in sync. I was coming off my seat and everything”
“You’re okay with this?” He jabbed a finger at his wife.
She brushed his finger away. “It’s not like when we were kids, dear. It’s healthy for girls to start these things early.”
“Healthy my foot!”
“Get used to it. This is just the beginning.” She winked.
Their daughter noticed Joe standing in the middle of the room and grinned, her cheeks flushed. She turned back to the phone. “I’m telling you, I had no idea how much I had in me. What a rush!”
All teen boys should be castrated, plain and simple. And chastity belts—that was the right idea.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll talk to you later.” She curled a blond lock around her finger. “Maybe next time you can join us.”
Over my dead body. He seethed.
“Yeah, bye.”
Joe searched for words as she hung up. “Honey—”
She threw her arms around his neck. “Daddy! I won my first co-ed rowing competition!”
He blinked, coughed, and patted her head. “Thank God.”
For more about January’s flash fiction winner, Wendy Swore, check out her blog here: http://www.wendyswore.blogspot.com
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