Caricature
A flash fiction, Valentine's Day story
“Where are you?”
My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and he wasn’t there. How could he! All through high school he had constantly been by my side. In fact, I had noticed him long before that. From ninth grade on, not a moment passed that I wasn’t sure of his love, his presence, and even his guidance. He even stood by me when I got caught peeking in my book for an answer on my stupidly complicated math test.
That was embarrassing. Mrs. Jenkins had been fair, I admit. Five days in the crowded detention room during final period had been alleviated by scribbling wickedly sharp cartoons of my least favorite teachers, which he laughed at as he leaned over my shoulder.
Anxiously waiting for the calling of my name at the prestigious Caricatures As High Art Academy, I was hoping to dazzle. I knew a quick sketch of each judge was a requirement. Admission was very select and only my quick eye for feature and his whispered commentary on detail was likely to get me through.
Didn’t he love me? He promised he would never leave me, my whole life long. He promised to always be there, whispering his love and God’s love towards me.
My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and he wasn’t there. How could he! All through high school he had constantly been by my side. In fact, I had noticed him long before that. From ninth grade on, not a moment passed that I wasn’t sure of his love, his presence, and even his guidance. He even stood by me when I got caught peeking in my book for an answer on my stupidly complicated math test.
That was embarrassing. Mrs. Jenkins had been fair, I admit. Five days in the crowded detention room during final period had been alleviated by scribbling wickedly sharp cartoons of my least favorite teachers, which he laughed at as he leaned over my shoulder.
Anxiously waiting for the calling of my name at the prestigious Caricatures As High Art Academy, I was hoping to dazzle. I knew a quick sketch of each judge was a requirement. Admission was very select and only my quick eye for feature and his whispered commentary on detail was likely to get me through.
Didn’t he love me? He promised he would never leave me, my whole life long. He promised to always be there, whispering his love and God’s love towards me.