Flash Fiction – 11th Ed.
Life gets hectic sometimes, and mine is exactly that right now. My favorite Flash Fiction instigator, Rochelle’s Purple Blog, triggered another round of tiny writing here. On the writing front, I’m cranking away on a space opera that with any luck might just run to five books. Gotta keep my focus. The shit just fills my head sometimes without bidding.
If you want to try Flash Fiction, check out Rochelle’s weekly offerings and follow the rules. One-hundred words or less that describe a coherent story. Give it a try!
Ambassador Hayward stared through the ornate ceiling. He imagined his home, one light-second away.
“Why Paris?” he thought. “Peace talks here never go well.”
The contingent of Earth droned on. Hayward snapped back to now. The American said something.
“And Luna will acknowledge our need for resources?” the American, Benton, asked.
“Perhaps,” Hayward waved a hand.
Benton frowned. The Brit, Chinese and Russian followed.
“You presume to dictate terms, Ambassador Hayward,” Benton asked, “to nine billion people?”
“Yes. Never forget,” Hayward added, “rocks fall down, not up.”
Ambassador Hayward smiled with confidence.
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