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…

Copyright Adam Ickes

Transition Point

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.