“Reinforced courage is like a euphemism for reinforced steel. We all have steel in us. We all have things that we want to accomplish. But we need a little bit of hammering to get it out. You’re always going to need that hammering to get it out. You’re always going to need that friend that’ll be there for you, because friends are what get us through the times we’re too afraid to through on our own. No one is going to come after you and find you and be the courage that you need. You have to find it yourself. Only then can you –”
Molly glances at her friend sitting next to her on the bleachers. “Kelsey, what are you talking about? You’re just saying weird random things.”
Kelsey shrugs and downs more Mountain Dew. “Yes, but these weird random things are going to get in a speech somewhere. One day I’m going to be the president, and everyone is going to repeat every random thing that I say, and it’s going to be wonderful.”
“Yeah, the news corporations will do that, but not everyone else is going to do that. They’re going to be looking at their phones or their wallets or wondering if their Taco Bell order has arrived. They’re going to be too busy wondering about drones and other stuff.”
“Not when I give them healthcare. Not when I promise that their taxes won’t go up. Not when I promise to end world hunger. Nothing is going to stop me from achieving my dreams of becoming president.”
“Nothing? Not even babies?”
“I’ll get a hysterectomy.”
“What’s a hyster–”
“History,” Kelsey belts to the football team practicing down below, “will remember the brave, but they will also remember the meek and the disenfranchised! They will remember all the Cheetos and Fritos and Doritos! They will remember! They will remember everything!”
Molly watches the football players gaze at Kelsey, then get tackled to the ground for their distraction.
Yeah. They’re probably going to remember that.
Hey, everybody. Thanks for reading to the end. This is another freewrite-inspired flash fiction piece from April.
I know. It’s a complete dud. I’m not sure where I should take this. Maybe to the trash.
But hey, even the professional flop, too. Right?
Anyway, that’s it from me! See you with hopefully a better piece next Friday.