Sunday, August 27, 2017
30 Day Writing Challenge- Flash Fiction
I got behind in my writing challenge. I am posting it across my two blogs just to shake things up. Fantasy on the book blog, fiction on this one.
Today I am giving you flash fiction. Which means mini stories of 100 words or less. I used to do this all the time back in my Harry Potter Fan Fic days.
An Old Enemy
Valentine’s Day, pink and purple, hearts and lovers everywhere.
I hate this holiday, it feels like my own personal arch nemesis.
I have no love and no one loves me.
Stores advertising cheap chocolate in stiff heart shaped boxes.
Restaurants promoting two for the price of one romantic dinners.
Every year I hide in my house, alone in my room, watching horror movies.
This day reminds me that everyone I love or who has ever loved me is gone.
I won’t do it anymore.
I step off the curb.
I don’t even see the taxi.
Not Quite Identical
Only Debbie got the invitation to Brad’s birthday party.
It was unfortunate but Mom knew that even though they were twins they were also different people.
Identical in every way, but personality.
It wasn’t a surprise Debbie would be invited over Allison.
Allison threw a huge fit, as only an eight year old could. She held onto Debbie’s hand and refused to let go.
Mom was surprised when Debbie left the house without hearing Allison’s wails.
About half an hour later she went into the girl’s room and found Allison locked in their closet, curled up and asleep.
Grandma was crazy and no one liked to visit her.
She smelled of peppermint and so did her apartment.
She claimed it was a cure for everything.
Peppermint drops, oil, even air freshener.
Her house smelled like Santa should live there.
She told me that if you combined peppermint with a long hug all your troubles would vanish.
So when I broke the wristwatch she gave me for my birthday I expected hard candy and an overly long hug.
Instead I found her dead in her bed.
She’d been dead over a week and no one noticed.
That damn peppermint.
Sweating, heart pounding, can’t keep up.
Skinny girl on the TV in skin tight work out gear, all yellows and blue.
Words on a page, scribbled in frantic hurry.
Bag under the bed with additional instruments to help the goal.
Binge and purge.
Love food, hate food.
Step on the scale, step off.
Take a crap.
Get back on the scale.
Start at the beginning and repeat.
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