Flash Fiction

Straight From the Heart

Walking across the room I looked for a good seat to sit in. I rested my backpack gently on the ground while slowly squeaking into a desk chair. The afternoon sun blinded me through a large window across the room, forcing me to slide the desk a couple inches to the left. The room was complete with silence, only the sound of technology softly buzzed filling every empty space with a drone sound.

I sat to keep myself entertained by watching the classroom fill up with students. An overload of conversation began between many of my classmates. I noticed my friend walk in through the door proceeding to the seat next to me.  

Rob and I began to talk about the things we hate about the class. In the middle of the conversation we all heard the same noise. The noise of the door knob rustling slowly as the door peeped open.  A bony frail hand peaked through the open door.  She struggled to push the door with full force while carrying three skinny books snug to her side.

All the conversation stopped between everyone in the classroom. The buzzing noise of technology erupted once again as she slowly walked into the classroom. I know she heard the silence as she walked in, and I wonder what she thought. The first thing I always looked at when she walked in was the expression on her face. Her eyes always stared at the big wooden desk where she sat at. A blank pale face was presented every time, making me wonder her current state.

I noticed she was wearing a new hat. A maroon winter hat covered her head. I’d never seen here without a hat. Her rectangular lensed glasses sat snug against here face. Her maroon hat matched here extraordinary patterned outfit. Cute and petit the outfit fit to her, striving to look the best every day she can. She walked slowly with each step towards the desk in front of the classroom. Her short frail body stopped at the desk as she gently placed the books down on the cold surface. We all saw the pain of what she was going through. She started to talk in a light tone to all of us beginning class.

“Hi guys, how are you all doing today?”

She always started off class with that question and always had a smile on her face. We all knew she didn’t have a lot of time left.