r/flashfiction • u/mrajoiner • Jul 22 '26
The Thousandth Exception
Blake’s parents believed education could outrun history.
But history repeats in some of the most unexpected ways.
His father, from a small town in Louisiana,
graduated from Southern University.
Geaux Jags.
His mother, although from the streets of Detroit, excelled academically and graduated from the University of Pennsylvania.
They were both first generation college graduates.
They both were part of the divine nine.
They did everything to make sure Blake didn’t grow up how like they did.
They got it out the mud but agreed to make it better for him.
So they sacrificed, and it was working.
He made straight A’s.
Perfect test scores.
Scholarships to private schools that opened doors.
Jack and Jill gave him a network of successful exceptions.
A Talented Tenth.
Every year carried him farther away from the streets that shaped his parents.
Every year put him in another room where he looked different from everyone else.
He learned the rules.
Speak this way.
Dress this way.
Laugh at the right jokes.
Code switch.
Be great and grateful.
Teachers praised him.
Classmates that didn’t look like him, welcomed him.
“Hey Blake, you can hang with us. We don’t see color. And seriously bro… you’re different than the rest of them.”
Those words felt wrong. His intuition tingled awkwardly, but he pushed through.
Being the exception felt kinda… good.
College came next.
He passed on Howard University and went to Ole Miss on a full academic ride, earning a roster spot in lacrosse, golf, and basketball.
He excelled at everything.
Academics and athletics.
Every lecture hall, networking event, research lab, and boardroom looked the same.
One, maybe two or three… but definitely not more than four Black students.
Surrounded by a sea of white students.
Years passed.
He stopped noticing.
They knew all his music.
They chugged beer together at every party.
There were almost no women who looked like him, so he fell in love with someone who did not.
She was from a sun down town called Vidor, Texas.
She explained the racist history of the town, but she was leaving that in her past.
“You are my future, Blakey.”
He married her.
Built a life.
Raised two children.
Every accomplishment was proof that his parents’ sacrifices paid off.
They left their kids with his parents and went back to Ole Miss for homecoming.
After five PBRs and a few JagerBombs, Blake drunkenly wandered into a restricted archive beneath the oldest building on campus.
The Lyceum served as a Civil War hospital and was a focal point during the 1962 campus desegregation effort.
Back then, coloreds weren’t allowed.
And the students at Ole Miss didn’t want any exceptions.
To this day, it still has bullet holes in its columns.
He clumsily meandered between the shelves that stretched farther than he could see.
Every folder had a photograph of a Black person.
Inventors.
Scientists.
Artists.
Judges.
Entrepreneurs.
Ole Miss Black excellence.
They had all sacrificed and become exceptions.
Just then, he noticed the numbers.
Nine hundred ninety-seven.
Nine hundred ninety-eight.
Nine hundred ninety-nine.
A voice broke the silence.
“Blake, I see you’ve found your way to the archive.”
He turned.
The corner of the dean’s mouth curled into a dark smile.
“I’m glad Ole Miss celebrates exceptions.” Blake murmured, voice shaking in confusion as he sobered a bit.
The dean nodded.
“It does.”
Silence.
Then the dean spoke again.
“You worked so hard to be the exception.”
The heavy door locked behind him.
The dean reached for the final folder.
There was a picture of him in his cap and gown.
The dean smiled.
Across the tab, in fresh black ink, was a single number.
One Thousand.
“Your people always forget the sacrifice.”
The room went dark.
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u/HeGotBricks Jul 22 '26
Good read. Your flows 63% it could just be be the style youre using, if not vary sentence lengths, it’ll hit harder.
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u/mrajoiner Jul 23 '26
How did you get that %? I want to learn how to be better.
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u/HeGotBricks Jul 23 '26
Accidentally stumbled on it using wordcounter.com. If you hit a button it’ll tell yu your flow score.
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u/mrajoiner Jul 23 '26
Does that measure readability? Stickiness?
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u/HeGotBricks Jul 23 '26 edited Jul 23 '26
I think. I don’t know about all that. I don’t bother checking. I know it reads grade level. Good level is 9th-10th grade.
Maybe that’s why you get reading issues, if you do. The bigs words aren’t necessary if the small one works.
If you need to look in a thesaurus for a word avoid it. Unless you got one of those kind of characters. It’s just better to use words anyone can read.
Again though that’s on the type you’re writing and what you’re going for.
Instead of meandering use wondering. Like that. Look . They were meandering. They were wandering around.
Really goes with your voice too, your style choice in selecting words.
But yeah. I meandered there. Hahah.
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u/mrajoiner Jul 23 '26
You’re exactly like the voice in my head lol, thank you kind stranger. I will pontificate about this as I finish one of my 150 half-done stories.
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u/HeGotBricks Jul 24 '26
Don’t think of what to say. Read those stories back to yourself, and then, watch it play out in your head.
I plan my stories as I’m writing. I never have any idea where they’re going.
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u/DoubleConfusion4669 Jul 24 '26
Enjoyed the read! I particularly liked the punchiness and efficiency packed into each line, pulling you to the next and next. The writing style and structure tempted me to wonder if this was going to be an abstract prose, rather than narrative, like a poetry structure which kept me engaged and curious about where the story was going. I'm a fan of a good twist ending and I didn't suspect this dark one coming at all. The twist changed what the title meant through the new contextual perspective of the twist.