The Fountain Boys

Photo Credit: wildverbs

“I bet you won’t,” Alfred mocked.

“You keep saying that,” Titus huffed as his short legs swung from their bench.

“Bet you won’t,” Alfred repeated, eyes never leaving the fountain. Titus figured his new friend just loved fountains.

“I did it. You’re just scared,” Alfred teased with an unfamiliar grin.

Titus slammed his feet on the ground, resolute. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it right now!”

Ignoring every responsible lesson he’d been taught, Titus jumped in the fountain, engulfed by sudden, strong water jets. His little body flailed; he sunk deeper into blurry waters and darkness.

Titus jolted and coughed; he was on land with his father’s teary-blue eyes over him and his mother clutching his shoulders.

“Titus! What the hell were you thinking?!” His father screeched while his mother held him too tight.

“The boy,” Titus croaked, “Alfred dared me.”

Titus’s mother bore into him with panicked eyes. “Sweetie,” she began softly, wavering. “What boy? Who are you talking about?”

Titus looked over his mother’s shoulder; an empty bench and no trace of Alfred.

Word Count: 175

Please share your thoughts! Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. To read other stories based off the prompt, go here.


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