A Prompt Response for Flasher Friday
By John Yeo
It was cloudy and windy as the day dawned over Westchester Towers high school. 400 students, children of wealthy, landowners, industrialists, and commoners alike were in various stages of greeting a brand new day.
The manicured school lawn this morning was blighted by the sight of a large camping tent that had appeared from nowhere overnight.
This caused a ripple of concern among the staff and a delegation was soon formed and sent to investigate.
The Headmaster, flanked by his deputy and the PE teacher together with the school janitor approached the tent.
“Headmaster, shouldn’t we call the police?” asked Tim Sampson, his deputy.
“Not yet, we don’t want to alarm the students, and we could be accused of wasting police time if there is a reasonable explanation.” replied the headmaster.
Then with a well-rehearsed, well-honed air of authority, he puffed out his chest and called out.
“Hello, whoever is in there, come out at once!”
There was a silent pause before a strangely familiar voice shouted back,
“Keep away! There is danger here.”
The Headmaster, said “It’s Tom Newton the Science teacher. Whatever does he mean? Stand back, I think he’s gone crazy.”
At that moment, James Jones and his best school pal, Fauntleroy Smythe were sitting on a small stone bridge, tossing stones and twigs into a fast-flowing brook. They had a good view of the mysterious tent and the events that followed.
“Gypsies have moved in, if you ask me, they are everywhere these days. My Dad said they are a pain and should be forced to settle down and pay taxes like everyone else.” Said Fauntleroy.
James smiled and nodded at this remark. “Yes, they’re everywhere! My Great-grandad was a Romany, a traveller who settled down and made a fortune as a scrap metal dealer.”
“Oh! Sorry James, I never knew that; good for him.”
James just grinned and said, “It’s OK Fauntleroy!”
Then he pushed him off the bridge into the stream and watched as a shocked, muddy, sorry-looking individual clambered out of the water and staggered off towards the mysterious tent.
Ignoring the shouts of keep away; from the assembled delegation, Fauntleroy entered.
Suddenly there was a loud bang followed by a terrifying scream. The Science teacher, staggered out carrying the student,
“Call an ambulance!” ordered the headmaster. “ What’s going on Newton?”
“Well Headmaster, I noticed some suspicious looking characters building this tent on the lawn last night. “I approached them, but I was overpowered and held prisoner.
“What was that loud bang?” asked the headmaster, “How did this lad get hurt?”
“I’m not sure Headmaster, I think a car backfired on the road beyond those trees as they fled, this lad screamed and fainted with shock.”
Then with a siren screeching, an ambulance arrived. Two paramedics confirmed that Fauntleroy had fainted with shock and would be fine with some rest.
Meanwhile, James was in conversation with his Great Uncle Louis, who had arrived to visit him, bringing news of the family.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
This is my response to a prompt from Our Write Side to their Friday Flasher prompt. A short story in no more than 500 Words using four elements
- Place: inside a camping tent
- Character: a high school teacher
- Object: an ambulance
- Weather: windy
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