Thanks to you and your advice, my brain was jogged loose from being stuck.
You know what’s funny? The idea that first came to me evaporated when I began to write. My brain took over. It decided that the story generated from the song prompt needed to be a 55-word flash fiction piece. Like lightning, it is quick and brilliantly illuminating.
The story is a study in contrasts, as is the song which prompted it. I hope you enjoy it. It was hard coming, but like childbirth, when it finally happened, it poured out in an instant.
by Fay Moore © 2012
She misses the thunderhead building until a flash illuminates his actions.
When she asks him the first pointed question, she opens a door and looses a tornado in the room. The argument is at hurricane force, words hurling back and forth, slicing through heart tissue, wounding fatally.
From love to hate, it happens so fast.
This struck me right in the heart. I’ll have to try something like this on my next post. I seem to have too many words floating around my head to make a long story, short.
Thank you so much. I’ve done my job if I have opened you up to new possibilities. Since finding this genre, I have enjoyed the discipline it takes to have a beginning, middle and end in so few words. There is a 33 word version, but I have only managed to write one of those successfully. It’s easier to choose the “less than 100 words” variety.
I will try to the 100 word variety first and then try to get down to 33 words. I don’t know if I can handle it though. Giggle.
Yeah, it came to you! And it keeps nicely in line with the dramatic nature of that song.
Thank you. I just couldn’t connect with the “raw and primal.” The place where my mind wanted to take me for those emotions, I didn’t want to go. In fact, I refused to go. That’s going to happen, I guess.
Thank you. That means a lot!