Flash Fiction #28 – Try

So, the song that was chosen for this month’s flash fiction is Try by the Backstreet Boys. I’d never heard it before, so I gave it a listen, and this is what I came up with. Here’s the video, and here are the lyrics.

I glanced at Dylan. “Do I have to?”

He held up his hands in surrender. “I tried earlier. I’m not going in there, again.”

Sighing, I tied my hair back and armed myself for battle. Only part of the task was physical. The rest was entirely mental, and I was pretty damn sure I wasn’t up for it. No…I knew I wasn’t.

I peered around the corner at my adversary. He rhythmically drummed his fists on the surface in front of him in what I could only assume was a challenge. A call to arms. I met his gaze, and the drumming slowed, then stopped altogether. He’d seen me. I couldn’t put it off any longer.

Grabbing what I needed, I entered the room and sat across from him as he let out a bloodcurdling shriek.

“Look, I get that you’re sick of this, but trust me, so am I.”I nodded toward Dylan. “He’s sick of it, too. And if there were another way, we’d do that. But there’s not.”

I lifted my hand, and as he caught sight of what I held, another shriek filled the air, piercing my ears.

“I know you hate this,” I said, attempting to reason with him. “But you have to try.” extending the the dropper toward him.

He slapped at my hand and screw up his face as if he were about to cry. I quick grabbed his face with one hand and emptied the dropper into his mouth with the other. His eyes widened and he stared at me, his tiny fingers scrabbling against the highchair tray.

I glanced over my shoulder at Dylan. “That’s the trick. Distract and medicate.” Turning back to look at the tiny toddler dictator who ruled our lives, I got a face full of putrid, bubblegum-flavored antibiotic.

Dylan handed me a dish towel. “You tried.”

Go check out the other bloggers takes on the song by clicking on their names.

Kellie

Kris

Jessica