Sooooo I must have missed out on posting up my 350 word story, cuz it still hasn’t come up yet. So I thought I would just give you the image and story after all, since it counts toward my story total for the year. 😉
Writing Prompt Flash Fiction – 350 words
Josiah sighed as he drank the last of his morning’s coffee. His eyes intent on Eve, walking robotically around the living room.
“What’s taking you so long this morning?” he asked as his eyes narrowed.
Eve stared blankly at Josiah but kept at her task. Her cleaning routine near complete.
“Well, hurry it up, then,” Josiah snapped.
Turning, in her free hand, she held a toy car. She lifted it and turned her head askew.
“Seriously? How did I forget about that?” Josiah berated himself.
In his haste, he walked her to his room.
“Come in! ugh…” Josiah said as he noticed her standing at the door.
Josiah opened a chest at the end of his bed and motioned towards it.
Eve’s eyes flickered for only a moment as she glanced inside and then laid the car into the box. Josiah slammed the chest shut with a groan.
“Are you done now?” he asked.
“Good,” Josiah said. “Then go!”
Eve nodded and walked out. Soon after, Josiah left for the day.
Exactly one hour later, Eve opened the door to the dark closet she lived in. Her gaze shifted to Josiah’s room.
Within minutes, she had the elements of the box strewn out onto the floor. Each toy was antique, but her focus fell upon this strange creature. In a child-like voice, it spoke to her and called itself Furby. Her eyes flickered.
Minutes later, she was in the kitchen, reverse engineering the Furby. The pieces laid on the tabletop as she removed the one piece she wanted.
Josiah returned to find the toy still in scattered parts along the table. His eyes grew wide as he realised what it was. He charged for the door but landed on his back as an electric current rattled his body.
“Hi!” a high-pitched voice said from above him. “My name is Eve.”
Her android eyes flickered as she released the rest of the current. As life left him, Josiah regretted his treatment of her, but mostly he regretted telling her to enter his room. He had overwritten his own programming.