Charli Mills has another prompt.
This week we are going to let our stories be. January 7, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that describes a moment of being. It can be practical, such as what it’s like to be a traveler on a crowded plane or a working parent trying to get breakfast served. It can be reflective, such as what it’s like to experience prejudice or a pilgrimage. It can be silly, scary or surreal.
It has become customary for me to ramble on a little using the prompt not only to stir up a 99 word piece of flash fiction but explore a memory, maybe, or to wander philosophical as a cloud around some daffodil perhaps.
This week, though, being in the moment is the antithesis of my usual hithering and thithering. I’m flitting to other moments, pulling in strands of here and tendrils of there and finding tenuous and rather feeble links between them. Certainly not just being in any moment let only THE moment.
See, I’m really not a great one for dwelling any more than I am for planning. There’s a reason why I don’t plan if I can avoid it: that’s because, as I have explored here before, I’m generally on the klutzy side of incompetent. Today as an example, I’m trying to book a flight. Should be easy, only I very nearly booked it to and from the wrong airport. The Vet stopped me. Or between us we stopped the other, tbf. She has my genes after all.
So I just sort of flow and hope.
Unlike Mary, in my flash. Poor soul, when will she get a break? C’mon, can’t we have a ‘write a happy’ prompt for the poor dear?!
Here’s this weeks (and here’s the link to the back story).
I am Mary
Mary studied the grains in the table top, like they contained a hidden message; if she concentrated hard there would be some explanation for the whys and whens that pushed at the inside of her head, thoughts like a drowning child clawing, scratching desperate to find a way out. The clock slipped silently into an uncertain future. What had the policemen found? Were they human remains? Surely they were just long forgotten pets? Couldn’t they just tell her that? If she knew that she could work on another thought.
‘Mrs North. Can we take a swab? For DNA testing?’