The Quick Brown Fox
(The Indie United Flash Fiction Challenge requires doing a story with a picture as a prompt. The story can be no longer than 250 words. Photo copyright K. S. Brooks.)
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox ...
Ralph had written it one hundred times on the blackboard for that scrunched faced old crone, Miss Ratherspint, while she droned on about fifth grade English grammar to the class. Now he even dreamed in his sleep of the quick brown fox running and jumping merrily through a field. He could not tell if there was a lazy dog since the grass was tall. It kept replaying over and over and even in his dream he wondered if it would stop after the one hundredth jump.
Miss Ratherspint had caught him sneaking a peek on Tik-Tok. He had forgotten to mute the sound first. It was embarrassing not to mention tiring standing at the blackboard with his back to the class, not being able to tell if they’re whispering, snickering or pointing at him.
The fox was entering his dream from the right again, but this time the fox’s face appeared to have morphed into Miss Ratherspint’s. Up ahead, red was starting to emanate from within the tall grass and the red was growing huge. Then as the fox lurched into his leap which was now a field of red, a giant red dog’s head appeared while in the middle of a gaping yawn swallowing the fox whole! Clifford to the rescue! Clifford licked his lips and went back to sleep and so did Ralph.