Disconnected – Flash Fiction

My first attempt at flash fiction. This is in response to a prompt by The Angry Hourglass. The challenge was to write a story inspired by the photo prompt and it had to be 360 words or less (title not included). I didn’t enter the contest because I missed the deadline. Plus this is my first flash fiction so I wanted to just post it and see what people thought. Please feel free to comment. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Anything to improve my writing.

photo courtesy Ashwin Rao

This was the Photo Prompt. Photo courtesy Ashwin Rao

 

Disconnected

 

“Come on!” Logan said, slightly agitated. They had been going to the corner store but stopped along the way six times so Hank could take pictures. He was obsessed with his new phone and was convinced that he had to take as many pictures as he could and post them to build his “following”.

“Just a minute, I need to get this shot.”

Logan let out a sigh hoping his brother would hear his impatience. He kicked the wall, putting his hands in his pocket. The fall air was crisp and cool  and the morning breeze brought the smell of leaves to Logan’s nose. Taking a deep breath, he let out another sigh.

“OK, got it.” Hank started walking again, his head bent down still staring at his phone. Logan watched his brother in amazement as he avoided every obstacle without even looking up. A trash can, a dog lifting his leg on a parking meter, a plastic cup.

“Hank?”

“Yeah?”

Logan hesitated. He didn’t know how to broach the subject but it had been eating at him all night. He looked over at Hank, still lost in his phone, and wondered if it bothered him too. It didn’t seem to. Nothing seemed to bother him. As long as he had his friends and his followers, Hank never seemed to care about anything else.

“Do you think mom and dad are gonna get a divorce?”

“What? Why?”

“Because they have been fighting. Last night they were screaming at each other for the third night in a row.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Just as he said that Logan yanked on his arm, pulling him over a few feet.

“Hey! Why did you do that?”

Logan pointed behind Hank at a runner that was disappearing around the corner. Hank shrugged and went back to his phone, not seeming to care that he almost collided with her. Logan kicked a pebble out of his path and pulled the door to the store open. Hank went in, still not even looking at his surroundings.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. They always fight. Hey look! Fifty likes in three minutes!”

 

 

 

(Word count: 355)

 

 

 

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