Still trying new things, but I think I want to move the Flash Fiction Foray Challenge responses to Sunday. That way the weekday posts are still the regular stuff, and the weekends are for whatever the hell else I’m doing. Fair compromise?
This week’s prompt got me so excited, nobody was allowed to talk while I was listening to it. If you’re not already a fan of minor covers of major songs, get there quick, okay? Because I firmly believe the only time we need a major key is like, circus music. Maybe weddings.
You know what? No. Not even weddings. Show me you know what you’re getting into, happy couples! Also maybe not all circuses, because most acts could be improved dramatically by minor-key music… I think I’m really on to something here. We’ll circle back to this, but for now, have a listen and read on, because I actually hit the 100-word mark this time! (Damn near killed me, but I did it—now where’s my cookie?)
Fumbling in her giant purse, Sara flicked her phone to activate the flashlight. “Gotcha!” she exclaimed, snagging the keychain at last.
Sara wilted against the crowded bus shelter, stealing a precious half-inch of shade. Escaping into Instagram, she chewed her lip while scrolling through glamorous breakfasts.
Stepping off the elevator, Sara checked her lipstick in her front-facing camera before returning from lunch.
In a darkened room, Glen admires today’s growing collection: blue eyes glint in triumph, droop in summer heat; white teeth bite into full lips, now perfectly glossed and magnified. His walls are papered with these eyes, this mouth.