Deja Vu The Lone Ranger

Here's a post from 2011-11-14. I'd been going through a rather severe writer's block, so the Flash Fiction Project was a true boon, getting me out of that block.

The picture prompt had a girl with a string dangling from her mouth, all pouty like young girls are, half her face covered with a huge hat. She looked like a Jenny to me, with her pale face, straight brown hair, t-shirt and denim overalls. (Or, at least, that's the way I remember the picture prompt...)

So, here's the (slightly edited) post from the past:

Hi, I was much inspired by the stories on the Flash Fiction Project , so here's a short one of mine.

And, yes, I know kids old enough to lose their teeth don't need to be talked to like that. Usually. ;)

Deja Vu The Lone Ranger

"Jenny. Jenny. Jenny! Stop howling. Stop it. OK, it's just a wobbly tooth. Just a wobbly tooth, ok? No, it won't hurt like blazes. No, it won't. You'll hardly feel it. OK, I'll tie the string to the door. Listen, put on the Lone Ranger hat. OK, now, you're the Lone Ranger. No, dear, I'm muttering at the string, not at you. Wow, don't you look cool, there. So, now, you need to kick your spurs. Yes, you are looking so tough, bullets will bounce off you. Not if they are silver. No, you have all of those. Now, kick your spurs into the horsie. I'm sorry, Jen, not horsie. It's a horse. You want to shoot the door? OK, you can throw a boomerang at it. Real hard, now. Jen! What? Are you ok? Heyyy, the Lone Ranger was tougher than I thought. Sweety, that's your tooth dangling on the end of the string. You didn't feel a thing? That's my girl! Yes, the tooth fairy will give you a whole round coin. Yes, you can have icecream. What's that? The wrong tooth? You had two wobbly teeth? Lord, give me patience. No dear, you are not the Lord, and I wasn't talking to you. All right, you can wear the hat again. Sure, sure, I'll tie it in just a moment. No, that is not your lucky string, and I will use clean, fresh string. Be careful, sweety, let me see a moment... YOU CANNOT THROW THE BOOMERANG AT ME! That is completely unacceptable. Stop howling, Jen. Jen. Jenny. Jen, honey. OK, now throw it. Please, Jen, let's get this over with. Yes, you can have another icecream. Yes, throw it now. Please. Please throw it now, Jen. Good girl! That's my kiddo! Let's go get your icecream now. Yes, pack them in this bit of cotton. Check the door. Jenny, don't run on the road..."