"Accented," a Flash Fiction Story
Recently, I've been reading a couple books aloud that are set in England and the south. I've had quite the time reading the books aloud and practicing my accents and that's what made me think of this. Enjoy! Accented A woman comes into the shop, talking quickly with her husband, or whoever the man next to her is, in a flat and strange voice. It interests me nonetheless because of how odd and foreign it sounds. “Good afternoon,” I call out as my mother taught me, she is only a room away now, still the moment she steps away is when new people step in. “Oh, yes, good.” The woman says, noticing me for the first time, and her voice changes from what I’d heard a moment ago. It rises to a higher pitch at the end, mimicking my voice but less rhythmically. It gives me the impression that she’s mocking me, which infuriates me. I watch as she walks around the small store, snatching moon pies, boiled peanuts, and a co...