Flash Fiction – 14th Ed.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve done any flash fiction. My favorite method is via the sites that have some inspirational or generative photo that triggers a story. Today, this one comes from Sunday Photo Fiction. I’ve followed them for over a year, and this is the first picture that sparked a story. Sorry, dudes – I’m a picky bitch, right?
No matter. The crew at SPF are generous – they allow 200 words, give or take, though I suspect if I dropped a 10k -word piece, they’d not even blink. If you like to do short, short work, give it a look-see.
The city demolished his garden behind his property wall. They said, ‘Others can’t do this, so why should you?’ The officious man in the tweed coat actually sniffed at him, as if he were some rural farmer.
They brought in a small bucket loader. A bobcat, they called it. The worker, in his sleeveless tee-shirt, scraped away the garden. The uninspired wage slaves with spades watched and then shoveled the decimation into the river. It was easier than using buckets to haul it all away. He watched it all, seething to the point of vibration. The workers left the bobcat behind his wall because the pub and Friday night beckoned.
Then the sky darkened. The clouds came. Rain fell, at first far away and then over the town. The river rose, and then rose some more. The swirling brown waters rose, undercut the banks, and ate the soil beneath the earthmover. He watched with glee as it slid into the narrow but deep river.
“I hope they try to blame this on me,” he said as the clouds parted and he took his hoe to tend to his garden behind the wall.
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As I said above, Sunday Photo Fiction is one of the better flash fiction inspiration sites. Give them a try!