Growing up, she’d heard it all. Fatty, Fatty Two by Four, Big Bertha, and worst of all, Goodyear. That nickname hurt the worst. Kids could be cruel, and her school mates were more than that – they were inventive. One year she found a canvas tent and stakes in her locker along with the label “Prom Dress”. That kind of thing takes evil genius. Seeing the blimp overhead brought back a rush of memories. Shaking her head, she pushed them out of her mind. When the photographer called to her, she lithely stepped back into frame for the final layout of this year’s Swimsuit shoot.
The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.
© Erin Leary