First Flash Fiction
So surgery slowed me down – a lot. I can already manage an hour or so of two-handed typing. Since the Big Reveal that I’m writing, it follows that I have to do something to keep up my work and practice. Many of you expressed interest. Here’s your first benefit of my Stabby McStabstab to the shoulder.
Concept: a weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a full plotline (beginning, middle and end). Here we go…
I believed I awoke on the wood-plank boardwalk. I felt sunlight on my shoulders. A figure in the tent waited, so I walked. The sawgrass and water made it real.
“Welcome,” the woman said. Her dark hair blew in the wind.
“This is the transition,” I said, “None of this is real.”
“That may vary based on your personal beliefs,” she nodded.
I chuckled. “All right, let’s go,” I said. “Can I ask how I died?”
“That’s not advised,” she said, “And against your contract.”
“Then put me back in the war,” I sighed.
The world vanished.
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Yes, that’s it. One hundred words ain’t much, y’all.
Visit Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple if you want to play along. This is interesting and I may just do this shit again.