Today's Tune: The Sun Ain't Shining No More
Flash fiction time! I wrote this for Janet Reid's contest over the weekend. We had to write a story in 101 words or less which included certain words. My entry didn't win, but I did get a mention for having a great line, so you know. Woo! :D Sometimes it's the small things.
I have definitely noticed I have a tendency toward taking my stories the sci-fi/fantasy route.
My double scoop coffee ice cream hits the ground. Splat. It looks like melting Jersey cowpie. Appropriate, since that’s how I feel.
They’re still laughing at Keith’s joke. Look at Ann, all raggedy-ass clothes bought third-hand at the Razzmatazz Thrift Store. I didn’t know they made “Rolled in Shit” hair color.
The bonfire and sticky spilt beer call, and they wander off. Keith stays behind for more.
I spit in his face.
His eyes dart as the paralyzing agent works. He can’t even scream. My tongue flickers. The air tastes like terror.
I unhinge my jaw. Pop.