Food Fight (flash fiction)
I’m trying another writing prompt, with this one from VisDare, and using the neat photo below of old London…
School staff couldn’t prove who started the food fight during final exams week—or why the mayhem started. Questioning the boys yielded conflicting results, but the most populous answer given by those who gave up names was Simon. As to the why, the staff was split: the “boys being boys” camp versus the exam stress camp. The staff agreed, however, on punishment: all the boys would clean.
While others mopped floors, Simon remembered the crazed scene and scrubbed dried food from the ornate walls with a soapy toothbrush. Scattershot peas. Mashed potato cannonballs. Tough steak bits catapulted. An epic battle to be retold many times.
His fingers followed swirls of the woodwork, ensuring no bits of food stuck there. The design’s carved channel reminded him of a hallway, as it branched into other channels. Simon gasped, realizing the carvings were a map of the sprawling school—including passageways he’d never explored before.