Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Flash Fiction

Thank you for your responses to yesterday's post. It may be a bit before anything is fully discussed or decided, but I'll keep y'all informed.

Awhile back our writer's group focused on Flash Fiction, so I wrote a couple of little pieces. As far as I can tell, a Flash Fiction piece is approximately a hundred words, an entire story (beginning, middle and end) and about whatever catches your fancy. I have absolutely no idea what was running through my head when I wrote the following:

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Watching her across the crowded waiting room of the ER, my pulse raced, my breathing became erratic, my flesh suddenly clammy and cool. Her neon green hair, complex tattoos and multitude of piercings aroused stirrings unfamiliar. The bloody bandages wrapping her torso only served to heighten my interest. Already, in my head I envisioned myself in a tux, her in a duct tape bridal gown. Would she speak to me? I stumbled and fell as I rose from my chair, remembering too late my yet-untreated broken leg and pelvic bone. Damn! Pulling myself back into my chair, I looked her way. She was gone.

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So that, loosely, is Flash Fiction. I think. I found it one evening last week while flipping through an old notebook. I haven't already shared it with y'all, have I? I don't think so.

Until I write again ...

Flea

12 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

Now that there is some angst. And other stuff.

asthmagirl said...

Great description of sitting in an ER. Lots of interesting folks to look at!

Lori said...

Very neat- I like it. A little love story almost...

Trisha said...

Good story! I love the "twist" at the end!

Ellyn said...

Interesting. I wonder what happened to him and his duct tape bride.

Snooty Primadona said...

I guess I'll never be a writer of Flash Fiction. I couldn't possibly stick to just 100 words, lol.

But, your's is great!

Daryl said...

Wonderful. Descriptive, involving ... good work.

Like Snooty, I couldnt possibly write anything that was not verbose, not even a phone # .. I would need to explain something ... trust me, today the hygienist said 'please dont talk when I have instruments in your mouth' .. right

TSannie said...

That leaves me wanting more!

Nipper said...

LOL!

k said...

Just what did you put in your coffee?????

Karen said...

Flash huh? Well, I think I wanted more to that story. I was sucked in. We the broken bones? Was his heart broken too? Was is his daughter? a long los girlfriend? Why could he just let it go?

Ok....maybe I just need to go to bed.

~ Straight Shooter ~ said...

You, my friend, are fiendishly complex and twisted.
I love it.