So I wrote a short story I thought I might share with you. It's not brilliant and it was based on a picture-prompt (an image used to inspire ideas) of a shopping centre, which you can find here. It's actually about a girl who works in a book shop and finds it horrendously boring but does manage to have a bit of fun. Which is ironic because I would love to work in a book shop!
It's a very short piece because it is supposed to be flash fiction (this being, essentially, a fancy term for a really short story) and I hope you enjoy reading it!
Acrylic nails tapped out a rhythm in repeated clicks against the shiny surface of the checkout counter. Around her people shuffled through the shop, skimming their fingers over the spines of book after book and then occasionally pulling one off the shelf to inspect the blurb. In that way people do when they’re either having difficulty finding a novel or trying to appear sophisticated but indifferent at the same time. Idiots.
In the right corner, in the children’s section, a flaxen haired boy with dimpled cheeks clumsily thrust a picture book in his mother’s face with a hopeful yet demanding grin. She sighed a little but smiled weakly and placed it on top of the growing pile stacked in her arms. Then in the left corner a man wearing an ill fitted and not to mention brown coat stroked a finger absentmindedly across the upside down cover of a book that she was pretty sure was an exposition on the many unknown uses of snake poison. Every now and then he would look up from the book and cautiously peer at the security camera on the ceiling a few feet away from the check out, then narrow his eyes and the return his attention to molesting the creepy book on snake venom.