Former chapter 16 in this compilation (I just thought it would be nicer to read all the parts of Rush Hour one after the other.)

Run Barry, Run!

4 weeks! Iris had been gone for 4 weeks and Barry had just decided to shoot up like weed while she was gone visiting Grandma Esther and her best friends had stayed at home, working on a project for some upcoming science fair.

Barry seemed very happy with that. Sure, he was even more clumsy than usual, still figuring out how to coordinate his limbs properly but overall he quite enjoyed showing off his new height.

Iris hated it.

She was so used to being taller than him, protecting him from bullies. (Not that she would stop protecting him from the likes of Tony Woodward, but she was going to look a lot less threatening with Barry towering over her.)

And now she was forced to jump ridiculously in front of the kitchen cupboard, trying to reach the fresh bag of flour on the shelf, so she could proceed with the newest 'best-brownie' recipe she had dug up, because she was not going to ask Barry for help. Nuh-uh.

"Should I get you a stool?" her best friend's amused voice sounded from behind her.

"No, thank you," Iris gnarled through gritted teeth, still bouncing up and down like an idiot.

Hop. Hop. Her fingers brushed the packet. Hop.

"Come on, Iris," Barry said, drawing closer, "this is just silly." Now he was standing right behind her, looming over her, "I can just-"

"No, I've got it, Barry," Iris hissed stubbornly, whipping around, only to bump into his chest. Barry was caught off-guard by their collision, the bag of flour he had already reached for slipping from his grasp. He barely managed to tighten his grip around the flour pack just in time to prevent it from falling down. However, the sudden movement caused the bottom of the bag to rip open – showering Iris with its 16 oz. content.

Startled, Iris first breathed in a mouthful, just to immediately cough it out again. Furiously, she rubbed the flour out of her eyes, fixing Barry with a menacing stare.

"Bartholomew. Henry. Allen."

Barry started running.

Fin.


It's short, it's silly, it came to my mind when I baked brownies today (to keep myself from going nuts from revising... gosh)... I noticed that my chapters and stuff have gotten longer - which is great, but I also realized that I'm having a hard time keeping things short (I tend to ramble, I know ^^;) so I thought that it would be a good exercise to try writing shorter pieces (especially with the limited amount of time I have right now). What do you think?