“I'm not fat, I'm just big boned.”
Godzilla* #quote
There are so many conspiracy theories in the world they may be
obscuring the conspiracy truth. Though aren't conspiracies made of
piles of lies? Perhaps the happy middle ground is ignorance. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
Angela's Patience
Little Angela stood on a chair by the stove next to the pot she put
on the stove. She filled it with water and put the stove on high. She
didn't avert her eyes from it. She couldn't. The girl pulled her
brown hair to distract herself from the soreness in her reddening in
her normally pretty blue eyes. She had kept them open because she
wasn't sure if blinking counted. When she heard what she thought was
the cat knocking around something in the distance, she could have
checked what it was. But no matter what sound it was she didn't move
her eyes away from the pot. No matter what excuse presented itself
she kept her eyes unblinking and they grew more and more sore.
Eventually enough time passed that bubbles formed in the pot, from
one or two a minute apart to one every second and eventually the pot
came to a full boil. When the pot began to boil Angela smiled, turned
off the heat of the stove and blinked her eyes over and over.
She finally proved her parents wrong on something. A watched pot
does boil.
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