Call me Claire

Call me Claire

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10 minute flash fiction

prompt: Call me Claire.

“Call me Claire one more time and see what happens,” the girl hissed. Her brown eyes flashed, her frizzy hair stood on end as if charged with static electricity, and her hands tensed into claws.

“But Clai-” the boy, who had recently landed on his backside for saying that word, managed to swallow the “R.” He tried again. “But that’s your name.”

“Not anymore, Mickey” the girl who was not Claire said. She stood up very straight and swept her scarf back over one shoulder, striking a regal pose. “From this day forward, I shall be known as ‘Clairiforth Bellweather III.'”

Mickey nodded solemnly, rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. “Alright, but it’s kind of a mouthful. Do I have to say the whole thing every time?”

“Of course not,” Cairfiforth Bellweather III said with a mischievous smile. “Just call me Claire.”

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