Dr. Wanda

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This began as a writing exercise: We all drew certain elements of a story from three different cups (character, setting, conflict) and had to create a short piece of fiction based on what we drew:

Character: Dr. Wanda Smith
Conflict: Your character just lost someone
Setting: A fairy tale of your choice

This is a fun exercise. I later polished the piece up and turned it into a short story. Try to guess what fairy tale it is... Enjoy.

Submitted: August 17, 2013

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Standing in the muggy living room of her small, cramped cottage, Dr. Wanda Smith looked around in despair. On her left, the door to the twins’ room stood ajar, clearly flung open with some force. The wall adjacent displayed a fierce dimple resulting from its collision with the door; that gouge was going to take a long time to fix. The doctor clasped her hands together tightly to stop their shaking, then gently lowered herself to the floor. The unthinkable had finally happened, and she could not believe it.

“Herbert,” Dr. Wanda hissed. “That nasty little devil. I know Gracie would never think up a thing like this.”

She patted her sweaty hands on her cotton skirt anxiously, unable to think clearly. At last, she pushed herself to a kneeling position, taking the strain off of her aching back. A layer of icing from the wall clung to her fingers as she did so, causing her to slip slightly. Licking at the frosting dispassionately, Dr. Wanda surveyed the house.

Losing Herbert and Gracie would be a catastrophe for her dwindling business. Dr. Wanda could not hope to beat out her competition without a constant supply of fresh test subjects. She was going to lose her job.

“Damn it!” Dr. Wanda cried, leaping up with anger at the thought. Clumsy in her frustration, she stumbled into her antiquated bureau. Cookie crumbs sprayed her shirt front.

“I hate this house,” the doctor snarled. So what is this crazy cottage was her only way of attracting research subjects out here in the wilderness? So what it leaving it would cost her the position at the medical research center! She’d leave her job!

Dr. Wanda stalked out of the house, slamming the candy door into glittering shards behind her, and stepped into the woods.


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