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