“I recommend you start your foreign language requirement right away,” the department assistant says. “You need three quarters so you don’t want to leave it too late.”
“Huh.” Jane looks down at the catalog. French, her nemesis. Couldn’t get it in high school; no reason to think anything’s changed. “No Italian?” she asks hopefullly. Italian is so beautiful.
Movement in her peripheral vision draws her eye: Two people entering the language office, hands fluttering like birds, fingers flying.
It’s a sign.
Jane double-checks the catalog for confirmation. “American Sign Language. That’s what I want to take.”
Every week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed. Go where the prompt leads.”
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Jane and I share the same nemesis! My French teacher asked me to switch to Spanish after two years. Clever way to give Jane her sign!