short story reattempted

My first try posting this messed up with the italics. It’s the result of a recent idea I’ve been playing with. All feedback is greatly appreciated! 🙂

Somehow, today their jokes about height and their jokes about prom coincided. “I’d wear heels no matter how tall my date was,” she typed, smiling.

“You’d make an already short person feel even shorter?” he teased.

“Yeah. Take me to crash prom and I’ll wear cowboy boots just to shred your self-esteem.” He was actually a few inches taller than her, but she needed a way to make the topic become about them, instead of some random person in some future setting.

“Alright. We’ll need a smoke screen and a way to descend from the ceiling.”

She grinned again. The crazy thing was, she could almost see it happening.


She told her parents she was spending the night with a friend. As soon as the car pulled up, she was in it and it was coasting away. They stopped at a restaurant, changed in the bathrooms, and emerged, just another happy prom couple.


“I think I know someone who can help with that,” she replied, laughing. “Don’t forget the corsage.”

“Which doubles as a lock pick,” he added.


He slipped the corsage onto her wrist, holding her hand a moment longer. “Don’t let any petals fall off,” he cautioned her. “They’re kinda hiding the lock pick.”

“He loves me; he loves me not…”

“Hopefully you already know the answer to that.”

The car pulled out of the restaurant, the plan finally in motion.

The smokescreen startled the normal attendees. Special effects issue, some said. Others thought it was on purpose. A prank, maybe, decided the administration. Nothing had been hurt by it, so no one investigated, and no one noticed the couple in the corner as they detached their harnesses, his face flushed with adrenaline, her eyes bright with the kind of excitement that can become dangerous.

The corsage was dismantled and they worked their way into a computer lab. “The prom committee is using a computerized vote system for prom queen,” she said.

“Well, that’s a shame. What ever would they do if someone hacked in?”

They didn’t stick around to hear the cheers of a girl who wouldn’t have expected this turn of events.

“We never tell her,” she said, looking him in the eye.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She didn’t know where the helicopter came from and didn’t ask, just went along for the ride. They stayed in the skies throughout the night, staring at the blankness. She fell asleep at one point and woke up with her head on his shoulder.

The helicopter reached its destination too soon, and he drove her home in midmorning. Though the sun had already risen, it was barely beginning to slip between the clouds as he parked in her driveway.

She smiled at him and got out without many more words being exchanged. They didn’t need to be.

How could he ever resist the lure of a helicopter? He dove into the sea of faces in one of those cities he always talked about running to. She didn’t even know which it was, just that he was gone.

Sometimes, she stared down the grainy self-taken prom photos from an adventure that didn’t really have a point but still had needed to happen. Sometimes, she thought of the corsage.

He leaves me; he leaves me not…

But, of course, she’d known the ending to this story before it had truly begun.


“Can this helicopter go underwater?”

“Yes. It’d be of no use to us if it couldn’t.”

“I’m sure we’ll need it to get to the after-party.”

“We’re imagining crashing prom with spy gear. We’re gonna ditch the after-party and save the world!”


Sometimes she wondered if it had even happened at all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s