For more than two years, I wrote a flash fiction story every week. As I love alliteration, I wrote the story on a Friday so I could call it Friday flash fiction.
I stopped because I wanted to concentrate on writing books. My imagination is finite. If I use it up on short stories, there’ll be less left for books!
However, last Friday a member of a group I’m part of wrote a lovely little tale about the founder of a flash fiction group on LinkedIn. I couldn’t resist it… Here’s the original story and my response.*
The Painting Problem, by Russell Conover
The painting club was enjoying a weekly meeting, with one exception.
“Great to see so many faces here,” Bob said with a smile.
“Yeah, but I miss our founder Jill,” Ted lamented. “Wonder what happened to her?”
The painters looked at each other and shrugged. Jill had occasionally been in touch with brief updates, but compared to her flawlessly regular masterpieces before, she’d all but vanished.
“Hey–why don’t we work together on a tribute painting for Jill?” Betty suggested.
“Awesome!” Tanya exclaimed. “Then she’ll know we miss her.”
“Let’s do it. We owe our founder a shout-out.” Ray smiled.
The Wobbly Glass, by Emma Baird
“Jill? Jill? Are you there?”
In extreme circumstances, Ouija boards served a purpose. The glass whizzed across the board to the letter Y.
Ray smiled. “Okay, so she went over to the other side.”
Betty looked puzzled. “She sounded perfectly well the last time I spoke to her.”
The glass wobbled ominously. It moved from letter to letter so fast, it was impossible to keep up.
Ray nodded slowly. “I think I know what this other side is. Clarity and precision are no longer our founder’s watchwords. I think she’s been kidnapped by the stream of consciousness crew.”
For more Friday flash fiction, see the WordPress site, Friday flash fiction, and the website of the sane name.
*I’m duty-bound to report that there was a typo in my story. I wrote “steam of consciousness”, rather than “stream”…
Thanks for the shout-out here on your blog, Emma. Reading your story again was fun. We miss you in the Friday Flash Fiction group, and hope to see more of your work there soon. Hopefully you can find some time to contribute 100 words every few weeks. Best wishes.
No bother Russell!
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