“Quiet she’s walking this way,” Patricia whispered.
Francesca approached cautiously.
They huddled together excluding her.
Shelia chastised Patricia’s meanness. “Invite her!”
“Hey, Francesca, want to come to my party?”, Patricia asked, while handing her a paper.
An invite? She couldn’t believe it.
“Sure,” she said. “I’ll ask my Mom”.
“Please, Mom”. “Patricia is the popular girl.”
“Fine, one hour only.”
The instructions read: ‘Go 2 blocks passed the deli on Elm Street.’ Desperate, Francesca asked a passing older woman.
“No dear, there’s no Cherry Lane around here”.
A heavy rain began to fall, the perfect cover for a fools tears.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: J.Hardy Carroll
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers challenge
***** Although I attended a Catholic parochial school which should have made bullying null and void, it did not. As the only Latino child in an all anglo school, my ethnic difference provided a great deal for students to use against me. Bullying comes in many colors and ethnic backgrounds; perhaps, one day it will be erradicated.