Friday, October 26, 2012


This week's Friday Flash Fiction is powered by The Storymatic. The prompt was the write a story in which the character is a "practical joker" and a "person with a devastating secret" and the plot elements "enormous stuffed animal" and "birthday".

Word Count: 596


“This is Detective Pembrook. Today is the 23rd of March, 2013.  The suspect has waived his right to an attorney. All right, we’re recording. Please state your name.”

“Christopher Allen Newell.”

“Now, Chris, you understand where you are?”

“I’m in a police station.”

“You understand what this is?”

“You’re going to ask me questions about the bear.”

“That’s right. Do you need a cup of coffee or anything?”

“Water. Or… do you have, like, a non-cola soda?”

“Sprite okay?”


“Okay, Chris. Tell me about the bear.”

“He was looking at me funny.”

“When was this?”

“Last night, around 3 am. I was sleeping in the back room, or I was trying to—“

“Why were you in the back room, Chris?”

“Mr. Huddlestein lets me sleep there sometimes, when I don’t think my dad will let me back in the house.”

“Who is Mr. Huddlestein?”

“He’s the manager at the Party Center.”

“He’s your boss, is that right?”

“Yeah. He’s nice.”

“So you were trying to sleep in the storeroom, and you said the bear looked funny?”

“No, he was looking at me funny. Like he knew a joke on me.”

“What did the bear look like?”

“He was tall. And purple.”

“So this was a five foot tall plush bear, right?”


“Were all the bears looking at you funny?”

“No, just him. The others weren’t looking at me.”

“Do you know anything else about him?”

“He was going to a birthday party.”

“All of those bears were going to birthday parties, isn’t that right?”

“I don’t know, could be.”

“That’s what Mr. Huddlestein said.”

“Well, then it’s right.”

“Here’s your soda, Chris. Where was he in the room? Was he on a shelf? Or was he on the floor?”

“I don’t remember.”


“I don’t remember.”

“It’s important.”

“I know, but I just can’t. All I remember was the look. It made me hate him.”

“What did you do to the bear?”

“I put something in him.”

“What was it?”

“I don’t remember.”

“What did you put in the bear?”

“I don’t remember.”

“We found chemicals in your room at your Dad’s house. Do you like to play with chemicals?”


“What do you do with them?”

“I try to make things.”

“What kind of things, Chris?”

“Like, jokes. Like, things that when you open them, they go POP!”

“Like a bomb?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Did you ever make a bomb?”

“Maybe. I don’t remember.”

“Chris, it’s important that you try.”

“I know.”

“Did you put a bomb inside the bear?”

“I don’t remember.”

“I think you’re lying to me, Chris.”

“I don’t—“

“I think you made a little bomb and put it in that bear.”


“Chris, that Birthday Bear is one of hundreds that got shipped out this morning. It could be next door, it could be halfway across the country. Anything you remember is going to help us. We don’t even know what we’re looking for.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Stop saying that. You do remember.”


“Some kid is going to get a Birthday Bear and then what? Is it a bomb? Is it poison? Tell me.”

“I… I don’t—“

“Stop lying to me.”

“I’m not… I don’t remember.”

“You don’t want anyone to die, do you?”


“You’re just playing jokes, is that it?”


“And you mixed up some chemicals and put them in the bear.”


“Chris, don’t lie to me. You have to tell me what you did.”

“But… it’s a secret.”

“You can tell me.”

“Okay. Just… turn off the tape recorder.”



Edited by Carolyn Abram

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