Flash Fiction – 15th Ed.
Long time no post again. Save the critique unless you want to come out here and help me solve some of my challenges. Kay? Kay. Good.
A compelling picture inspired this flash fiction, in part. As always, it’s lifted from Rochelle’s Purple Blog. Go there and try it out. The rules are straightforward and writers can all benefit from a flash fiction exercise. It’s all about the discipline.
In this particular edition here, I’ve violated the word count rule by four words. Sorry, Rochelle. I think the story needed them.
“It’s ten ’til five,” one kid said.
“No, ten-twenty,” his friend said.
“It’s a goddamn compass,” the tall man with a gray-shot beard said. “Now, get off my property.”
The hipsters sulked off, trailing body odor and weed stench behind. The man slipped his arm around a much shorter woman. She squinted at the sun and looked up.
“Yep… you’re my true north,” he said.
“And it was on this spot?”
“Forty-two years from now,” he nodded. “Back through time for you.”
She sighed, content. Leaning into him she said, “The money’s not bad either.”
“Nope,” he said with a sly grin.
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I always say, go give flash fiction a try. It’s fun!