You know how I love the super short fiction. Here are a few vignettes. I say vignettes because, with maybe the exception of the last line, I couldn't get them to read as full stories. Ah well. It got the juices flowing, anyway.
She rubbed her temples and looked up at the sky. "I feel it," she said.
***
Her pants didn't fit well anymore. It was because of him. And his mother.
***
He strummed the guitar like his life depended on it. Which it, in fact, did.
***
She wrapped her baby in the ratty blanket and set him on the concrete steps.
***
The mouse ran from the house to the tree. It sensed a shadow above. Shit.
Love number two!
Here's mine (I couldn't resist):
Only much later did she understand that confessing her fondness for zinfandel was a mistake.
Posted by: slouchy | November 20, 2011 at 10:12 AM
I like the last one! Today, all I have is this piece of nonfiction:
Laying on the floor under a little boy dogpile, I wondered - how long until bedtime?
Posted by: Rachael | November 20, 2011 at 01:35 PM
Nice, ladies!
Posted by: All Adither | November 20, 2011 at 06:18 PM
"And his mother." *snort, giggle* That was the perfect, perfect voice.
Let's see, now...
She wore a guise of ink; staining her fingertips and injecting her body with art.
~Ashlee
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Posted by: Ashleesch | November 21, 2011 at 05:13 AM
Relief. As tangible as the last L.E.D in the headlamp flickering, reflecting one last trail-marker.
Fiction, but only in the sense that where I climb, trek and hike... there are no actual trail markers. Just memories of 'handrails', mountains, rivers that should BE there, dammit... until they're not, the fog swirls in, and everything is too quiet. The air too heavy to inhale.
The relief at finding oneself 'un-lost'... priceless. Beyond words. Perhaps like that mother, wrapping the Little One in a ratty blanket and hoping against hope that someone kind and loving and altogether more prepared and competent will open the door and accept what she cannot keep.
Posted by: Titanium | November 23, 2011 at 01:00 PM
Yes, this spurred some awesome over-thinking: http://ashleesch.com/2011/11/24/the-words-which-define-me/
Posted by: Ashlee | November 24, 2011 at 04:47 AM