My flash fiction is based on cats walking down a street on there own; connoting loneliness and slyness. You never really know what there thinking/ where there going.
There is a new school boy who is really quiet never spoke to anyone, people would find him weird and strange and never go up to him a speak either- he was quite mysterious and stayed alone. He would just go to school, do his lessons, at lunch sit on his own writing in a book he never let anyone look in, then at the end of the day disappear; nobody knew where he went or if he went home.
At the end its revealed that in the notebook he was always working stuff out for a painting he had been working on for a year (since his dad died). He was making a masterpiece.He was a really talented young artist and then went on to winning loads of awards.
The message of the story is that you never know what someones thinking or going through.