I won’t get out.
You can’t make me. I’ll stay here till I’ve got raisin fingers and wobbly legs no good for standing. Don’t make no difference to me that the mist’s coming up and I feel the chills racing up my kneecaps. All that’s holding me up is this half-flated tire from Jimmy’s old truck and I don’t think I can feel my toes.
Don’t matter though. My mama said I couldn’t stay in the creek past supper but here I am, hungry and wet. That’ll sure show her.
More inspiration and Friday flash fiction can be found at Madison Wood’s site here.
I’m back to flash fiction!! It’s been way too long since my last story. I tried to make it very structured and have a definite purpose, but that just didn’t work. I wanted it to go one way but it felt absolutely wrong. So then I went with what I have above and it reminded me that writing can be fun. Which is kind of what I think flash fiction is about.
On a vaguely related note, I wanted to let people know what that post from a few weeks ago was all about. Remember, the one I wrote about why I wanted to be an editor? Well, it was part of an application for the 2012 Columbia Publishing Course, a six-week graduate program at Columbia University. And I got in! I’m super excited. Now all I need to do this summer is complete an intensive publishing course and write my dissertation. I’m sure this will all be very easy and I won’t be alleviating stress (or procrastinating) by updating the blog. And, of course, flash fictioning.