This is a slightly modified version of my entry to yesterday’s Tuesday Tales flash fiction competition. Even with only 100 words to play with I can still find something to tweak every time I read it. The goal for Tuesday Tales is to write a story of 100 words or less given an image as a prompt. The story also has to include a ‘secret word’. This week’s secret word was “Conglomerate”. Marker “Madam President, the representative from the People’s Conglomerate of China is here.” The President sighed, the deadline had barely expired. “Already? Okay, I’ll be there in a moment.” She stood on the balcony, watching the fireworks light up the Space Needle and the city around it; listening to the awe of the crowd. She’d thought coming here would delay the inevitable a little longer but at least the debt would be cleared. Eventually, as the fireworks reached their crescendo, she turned and walked inside. The Chinese representative already had the paperwork, ready for her to sign over the country.
Break “You want to be a what when you grow up? A sassinak? I bet you don’t even know what that is.” “Yes, I do. They’re like pirates only they come from England.” I rolled my eyes and put my head in my hands. My little sister; a different stupid dream every day. As I stared at the floor, I noticed a colourful piece of paper lying beneath our bench. It was the cover from an old magazine, from before the war. It showed a picture of a woman in a pink uniform, a stewardess on an airline maybe. She was young, beautiful. I imagined her waiting for her plane to arrive to take her across the world to incredible places. The picture said one thing to me. Opportunity. “That’s what I want to be,” I said to my sister. She picked up the paper and stared at it without saying anything. “Ha,” said a bitter voice. It was Warder Clarke, her club twitching menacingly as she glared down at us through the battered metal cage of her faceguard. “You won’t be getting off this rock for a very long time. Now, grab those drills and get back to work.” … Read More
Aftermath “This is what happens?” said Nathan. The creature nodded. A thin trickle of frozen green pus dangled from the scratch Nathan had left in its cheek. “But I didn’t realize.” The creature shrugged. “Is there anything I can do?” The creature looked around the frozen wasteland and scratched its head. Grimacing with concentration, it poked around in its ear for a moment and then tugged a few wiry hairs free. Nathan watched the creature twist the hairs into a tiny braid. The creature opened its mouth and mimed swallowing the braid and then handed it to Nathan. Nathan shuddered. Story originally submitted to the Tuesday Tales 17 Flash Fiction competition. This is an example of a story where I took Anne McCaffrey’s advice so there’s a detailed back story behind those 100 words. Maybe one day I’ll extend it into a full length story.