Five Sentence Fiction: Orange

I’ve been here twenty minutes, sat staring at the screen and very nearly bored to tears, though the boards and dials surrounding the monitor are lit up like a fairground and amuse me as I pretend to know what everything does and means.
I’ve been ordered to “be quiet and don’t touch anything…not anything.” I sigh. I shouldn’t be here, but I’m  small enough to sit right out of the way and Pop says it’s okay.
It’s the orange button that intrigues me, not the red one or the green one, nor the dials and flashing yellow lights on the left hand display, it’s the orange one on the right that has my finger hovering.
When I finally press it there is no click, no flash, no beep or warning, nothing, only the pale and horrified stare that my father wears, the one that usually means I’ll get a thrashing…then all hell lets loose…
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17 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction: Orange

  1. Stephanie

    I love the suspense you have put in the story! Reminds me of how my niece is always wanting to press this button, push that, play with this..etc. Maybe I should tell her this story! Lol!

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  2. Bullish

    Oh my gosh! Not the orange button. Wait. Is that the big bad button or is it the red one?! Darn it, I can't remember!! Eeeeeek! If I don't get to talk to you again before the big orange death ray gets me, it was nice knowing you and I thoroughly enjoyed this story. Well except the part where I got disintegrated! 🙂

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  3. Britton Minor

    Oh my gosh, I saw something darker…a father not wanting her to press the useless orange button simply because he knew she would, he knew it would do nothing, and he knew he could justify her thrashing!

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  4. Lisa Shambrook

    …and that's what I like so much about Flash Fiction! I love how we can all see different things in a tiny piece of writing. Thanks for your interpretation Britton!

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