My name is Jim - and I'm a flash-fiction-aholic.
Ever since the Middle-Aged Woman turned me on to the Fiction Friday challenges by Jeanne at The Raisin Chronicles, I'm seriously jonesing each week for a new opportunity to craft a mini-story.
This week's challenge was/is: to write a piece of "flash fiction" - a short story of 100 words or less that begins with the phrase -
My offering is shown below. Hope you find it worth your time.
It was not what it seemed. It felt to him like a bad dream.
His elation that she had been found evaporated during a 20-minute cab ride. Each block more desolate than the last; whatever flicker of hope remained as he sat waiting in the small, dirty bar was extinguished when she entered.
“Oh shit,” the girl said, glassy eyes rolling, pupils enlarged.
“Please.” She knew what he wanted. “Please…”
A man that age shouldn’t beg.
“Why did you come here? It’s over!”
He heard the snickering. Sugar daddy lost his sweets.
“Dad – I’m not coming home with you.”
(100 words including title)
In addition to being fun, writing these bite-sized stories is good practice for improving precision and brevity. And I have at least one post each week I can feel good about.
What's not to like?
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