The third flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a hyperbolic response to a frustrating situation (an hyperbole is an exaggeration).
I hope you enjoy it.
Arms flailing like a helicopter, eyes wide like headlights on full beam, her screeches rent the quietude.
They came running.
“Get it off! Get if off me!” she shrieked.
“What? Where?” they asked.
“In my hair! A spider!”
“Nothing. No spider,” they said.
“Are you sure?” she implored. “Something ran across my cheek.”
“Maybe this?” He chuckled, untangling a wizened leaf.
In agreement, another leaf fluttered down.
They raised their eyebrows, smirking conspiratorially.
She stormed away, tumbling over chairs and cushions, leaving them speechless with mirth in her wake.
I welcome any feedback.