Flash Fiction – 3rd Ed.
Ever had one of those weeks where everything piles up like a big, steaming dog turd on your head? I see all of you nodding, so we’re communicating. This was my life last week, and my lame excuse for not posting a Flash Fiction.
If you want to join in the Flash Madness, go to Rochelle’s Purple Blog and follow the rules.
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 is my third installment:
“I don’t know who you are,” David said.
“Cut!” the director yelled.
The actress snatched her cigarettes from her assistant. David caught her arm.
“No, really, who are you?” he begged.
“Let go, I need a smoke,” the woman scowled.
“I don’t understand,” David said.
She tore her arm away. “Go have a pill or whatever,” she rolled her eyes.
David watched people he didn’t know surge through his living room. They ignored his lost, scared look. He glanced up. The lights and scaffolding shocked and scared him.
From the corner, the girl stared with malevolent eyes.
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