All the kewl kids are doin' it! Flash Fiction Submission - June 13, 2014
Write 140-160 words based on a pic and a prompt. It's easy. It's fun. It's flash fiction!
Several months ago, I discovered a site that puts on a weekly flash fiction contest. I competed that first time and again this week.
If you're like me (or like I was), you may not know flash fiction from Fred Flinstone. Here's a definition. It's darn fun. The contest starts every Friday and lasts for 24 hours. To make it (even) more fun and to reasonably cap my inevitable obsession over every word, I limit my time to a total of thirty minutes: 15 minutes writing and 15 obsessing. This type of pressure really wrings the juice outta the ol' creative sponge.
This week I read most of the entries and commented on a few. There were some great stories and lines. You can read them here: Flash! Friday
The image and my entry, inspired by something I read somewhere some time ago about inner dialogue, are below.
“My arms hurt, Joe.”
Opening your mouth ain’t gonna make ‘em feel any better.
“I know sis. Mine too. Be there soon.”
“The sand is burning my feet.”
Blisters cause callouses. Won’t feel the burning after that.
“Walk faster and try not to think about it.”
“I’m hot Joe.”
Everybody’s hot. Not everybody’s complainin’.
“It’s July, sis. Gotta pick the crop when the crop’s ready be to be picked.”
“I got a sticker in my finger.”
Life’s full of stickers, sis.
“Joe, it’s bleeding.”
Life’s full of blood and stickers. Just how it is. How it’s always gonna be.
“Camps close. Soon as Mr. Johnson weighs our haul, we’ll wash your finger over by the well pump.”
“Joe, when’s momma comin’?”
Ain’t sure she’s ever comin’.
“Just a few more days sis. She went to find daddy. Keep walkin’. Almost there.”
“Daddy’s gonna buy us back real soon, ain’t he Joe?”
Been six weeks already.
“Yeah sis. Real soon.”