Friday Flash Fiction – “Thirsty”

“Hey, Thirsty! You ready for another drink of water?”

I shook my head, too shy to speak, and scuffed my school shoes in the dirt.  My folks had to go somewhere, and I was here with these neighbors who smiled and let me be.  It was hot, and they kept gettin’ me glasses of water, and I had to be polite so I kept drinkin’ ’em.

They was nice and all, but I wanted to go home.  I pushed my toes into the dirt and kicked up enough to start the swing going again.  They didn’t even know my name.

This week’s Friday Flash is actually my memory of an afternoon I spent as a child.  I don’t feel happy or sad about it today, but years later I visited this elderly couple and they still called me “Thirsty”.  Apparently I don’t change much.

Be sure to read the other Fictioneers’ wordlings this week, and leave a hey-howdy in the comments below.  Thanks!

Friday Fictioneers is an online group hosted by Madison Woods, who provides a photo prompt each Friday to get us started.  Please check out the FaceBook and Twitter (@FridayFictioneers) sites for this wonderful group of writers!

Friday Flash Fiction – “The Assistant”

“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye…Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie…” The childish notes pierced up to the top of his branches.

Why was the world so violent against his kind?  Or was it his color?  His maligned black brethren were forever croaking “Nevermore”, and to be taunted by this lonely girl was really too much.

The wolf was right.  This was their woods.  They should work together to keep it free from oppression. 

Her red cape was so easy to pick out on the ground.  Even easier once she was stilled.

The Friday Fictioneers is a group of writers who strive each week to tell a story in just 100 words.  Using photo prompts by group founder, Madison Woods, the Fictioneers can be found on FaceBook, Twitter (@FridayFictioneers), or linked throughout the web via their individual blogs.  Read more of today’s Flash here:

Flash fiction is not only fun, it’s become a forcible genre all on its own.  Lee Strickland, writer and lecturer, comments on the ever-pressing need for “sentences that command attention”.  Or, as flash fiction rock star Ravi Mangla puts it, “dynamic sentences that can rise above the noise.”

How did one writer rise above the noise on Twitter?  She dribbled her 8,500 word story “Black Box” out for one hour a night, for ten nights in a row.  Jennifer Egan’s story has now been printed in New Yorker‘s Science Fiction Magazine, complete with the 140-character tweets separated graphically on the page.  And as Strickland says, “You taste the work sentence by sentence.”  That certainly gives writers pause to assess the worth, weight, and value of each sentence in a piece, and cut accordingly!

Friday Flash Fiction – “Missed Connections”

The two passengers waited on the benches for a train that would never come.  It had been over 70 years since they had begun the long wait, but for them it was only a few hours.  Nobody saw them, and yet they were there, patient and resigned to the impersonal rules of the rail system.

“Did you hear that, Jeb?  I think the whistle blew.  It must be coming now.”

“No, Maggie.  That’s just the wind through the tunnel.”

He grasped her hand and settled his gaze away from the defunct tracks, across the fields that were empty only in his memory.

Skylar Spring writes that flash fiction is “thinking like a camera lens – focus on a single moment or image in time.”  Of course, having a great photo prompt helps in the process, but what life events stand out in the scrapbook of your mind?  What could you write about in a minimum of words that would give readers a snapshot of the bigger story?

Leave a comment below, and link to your own flash fiction if possible.

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