200 + 200 – Words onto Words (A Flash Fiction Challenge)

Okay I am so late on submitting this. Last week I posted my entry into Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction challenge. This challenge was to write 200 words, the start of a story. In subsequent weeks, others would take the snippets they liked and add to them. This entry is for Part Two. Of course you can’t just add to your own. I selected David Kearney’s piece to continue. His entry is first and my entry follows after the little star break. My entry also comes in a little heavy at 221 words.

Here ya’ go!

First 200+

The lecture theatre door slammed shut with a bang so loud half the room jumped in their seat. Alice descended the stairs, not oblivious to the 200 pairs of indignant eyes boring through her, and took the only available seat at the front of the class.

Professor Gordon Kane stood at the lectern and looked over the top his glasses at her. “Welcome Miss Turner, what a remarkable entrance. I was just about to introduce my colleague to your classmates, may I continue?”

Alice’s face burned so hard she thought her hair might catch fire.

Kane gestured toward a tall man wearing a green turtleneck and a tweed jacket with leather patches at the elbows. “I expect that many of you will recognise our guest,” he said.

She recognised him immediately, in fact he was the very reason she was late for class.

“His book, Changing Minds, has spent the last six months perched at the top of the New York Times Best Sellers list, his television show of the same name has surprised  and delighted audiences around the world and we are very fortunate to have him here today. It is therefore, my very great privilege to introduce, Dr Lucas Spencer.”

The room erupted into deafening applause. Dr Spencer moved to the lectern and held up his right hand. “Thank you Gordon, thank you everyone” he said. “I’d like to ask for five volunteers.”

***** My 200 *****

     Hands of eager participants shot up all over the room. Dr. Spencer’s scrutinizing eyes grazed over them. He took his time carefully selecting those he brought up onto stage. When he reached time for the fifth volunteer his eyes found Alice. She had slouched into a seat in the back row of the room. He stared at her despite her unraised hand.

“Ms. Parker?” His voice boomed.

“Shit.” Alice muttered under her breath. A girl in the row in front of her snorted and turned to eye her.

“Ms. Parker, join us on stage. I see your willingness to volunteer is a bit lacking.”

The room turned almost as one to stare at her. She couldn’t show weakness and try to leave. She knew that everyone thought he was going to save the world. Refusal would net her pariah status on campus for the rest of her tenure. She hid her reluctance as she made the excruciatingly long walk to the stage. He greeted her at the stairs with a knowing look.

“Thought you could hide from me, did you lovely?” he whispered.

“I think you may regret toying with me Lucas,” she replied under her breath.

“We’ll see.” His eyes lit up and he turned to face his audience. “Now, who wants to see the next level of human evolution?”