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She tucked her white button down shirt in her knee length skirt, sliding on her full length coat and pristine white fedora, a vision of pale perfection. Walking down to the street, she stopped and suddenly stood nervously in front of the metro station opening. It was now or never, nothing was going to be the same after this.
With a burst of adrenaline, she flew down the ominous steps into the station and took her assigned place on the train. Hands shaking, she let her coat drop. This warranted a few curious glances but no one protested as the train lurched away from the subway. Slipping off her dainty lady gloves, she let them drop to the floor as well. The teen next to her gasped. The sparkling neon orange nail polish glowed in the sea of white. Others were staring now, taking notice.
Calmly, she tossed away her cap, letting her chin length obsidian waves fall free, the bright yellow headband smiled under fluttering purple butterflies. Everyone near her jumped back, staring wondrously at the sight, their own bare, white albino locks shaking in disbelief. Slowly starting to unbutton the her shirt, she revealed a forest green tank top underneath. An older woman swooned in disbelief, falling to the ground with a thump for now everyone in the car had their undivided attention on the colored woman. She slipped off her skirt with a flourish to reveal dark blue denim shorts, stepping out of her candescently white heels with a flourish.
Then, with a smile, she sat back down in her place on the train. The other passengers stared open mouthed at her, not even moving as the guards rushed the now stationary cabin. The sentinels grabbed her roughly, but resolutely she grabbed the bar unwavering in her goal. Still harder they tugged, but she stayed. Finally, the prime minister strode majestically into the car and without batting an eyelash pulled out his pistol.
“Leave the car.” He ordered, staring her in the eye. Gracefully, she stood up, steadfast in her goal.
“Why?” Bang! She completed her rebellious rainbow, bright red splattering onto the back window. The other passengers observed her bloodied spot with morbid fascination, but none moved to intervene.
Yet, in the back of the train, a teen scrunched his face in discomfort.
This was wrong.
With a burst of adrenaline, she flew down the ominous steps into the station and took her assigned place on the train. Hands shaking, she let her coat drop. This warranted a few curious glances but no one protested as the train lurched away from the subway. Slipping off her dainty lady gloves, she let them drop to the floor as well. The teen next to her gasped. The sparkling neon orange nail polish glowed in the sea of white. Others were staring now, taking notice.
Calmly, she tossed away her cap, letting her chin length obsidian waves fall free, the bright yellow headband smiled under fluttering purple butterflies. Everyone near her jumped back, staring wondrously at the sight, their own bare, white albino locks shaking in disbelief. Slowly starting to unbutton the her shirt, she revealed a forest green tank top underneath. An older woman swooned in disbelief, falling to the ground with a thump for now everyone in the car had their undivided attention on the colored woman. She slipped off her skirt with a flourish to reveal dark blue denim shorts, stepping out of her candescently white heels with a flourish.
Then, with a smile, she sat back down in her place on the train. The other passengers stared open mouthed at her, not even moving as the guards rushed the now stationary cabin. The sentinels grabbed her roughly, but resolutely she grabbed the bar unwavering in her goal. Still harder they tugged, but she stayed. Finally, the prime minister strode majestically into the car and without batting an eyelash pulled out his pistol.
“Leave the car.” He ordered, staring her in the eye. Gracefully, she stood up, steadfast in her goal.
“Why?” Bang! She completed her rebellious rainbow, bright red splattering onto the back window. The other passengers observed her bloodied spot with morbid fascination, but none moved to intervene.
Yet, in the back of the train, a teen scrunched his face in discomfort.
This was wrong.
"It has been said something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world." - Chaos Theory
So... I totally watched V for Vendetta and The Butterfly Effect the weekend before I wrote this. It's kind of rough, so I might expand on it at a later date but this is my first purposeful work of flash fiction.
Submitting for Flash Fiction Workshop at Writer's Workshop. Check it out.
So... I totally watched V for Vendetta and The Butterfly Effect the weekend before I wrote this. It's kind of rough, so I might expand on it at a later date but this is my first purposeful work of flash fiction.
Submitting for Flash Fiction Workshop at Writer's Workshop. Check it out.
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Wow. But it feels like something's missing. Great start though. =]