Vindictive

Gavin leaned over the sandcastle: it had turrets, a flag and even a small Lego man at the lollipop stick drawbridge.

Paul had done well, but Paul had also eaten the colour blue.

Clenched in purpling fingertips the spade felt warm, and Gavin believed that if he did not act quickly it would melt and be all the evidence Miss Yordel would need.

He brought it down much harder than when he had knighted his dog, and with a satisfying clomp the Lego man was buried beneath the avalanche of sand.

“Vindictive,” Miss Yordel said, pointing to the chalk board, “the strong desire for revenge.”

Five Sentence Flash Fiction – Writing Prompt “Vindictive”

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