Is this a thing? Am I making this a thing?
I honestly haven’t decided. Let’s treat it like a Thing and see how that feels, m’kay?
Today’s post is a response to The Book Blogger’s Flash Fiction Foray Challenge, in which we are given a song and a limit of 100 words.
I got it down to 115 and stopped trying to kill myself over it.* I’m long-winded: love me for what I am.
This week’s song is lovely and inspiring and you should listen to it at least a dozen times, until it invades your dreams (I did!) even if you’re not normally one to stick around when someone like me starts with the “hey, let me read you some of my fiction….”
The wind rattled a little leaf, whirling it ‘round on its freshly sprung stem, agitating its siblings as they clung to their new life. With a vicious twist it detached fully and soared terrifyingly free. It lifted on a morning thermal before swooping low, whisking amongst a sudden throng of determined, chanting humanity as they marched, holding their banners aloft.
Free of the crush, the little leaf again caught the wind, soaring high above the throng, suspended, then skimming over a much-abused structure to fetch wetly against the one unbroken window.
The woman wore large sunglasses, her hair and clothing artfully hiding many scars. “I’ll take it,” she said, looking at the damaged little house.
* And, for those of you who might wonder why these tend a bit more somber than my usual fare, it’s because it’s hard to be funny in only 100 words! **
** Unless there’s a terrible picture attached. Then I can do it in, like, five.