Small bit of flash for your Wednesday. Enjoy.
Some days are just like this…
The short story below is a little abstract and different from what I usually write. Also a little dark, I don’t want to say ‘enjoy’ because you might not, but think about it.
Morning WordPress! The short story below was for a journal entry. It wasn’t accepted, so as usual, I post it here in all it’s unaccepted glory. Enjoy.
This short story was entered into a writing competition. It didn’t win, but here it is for you. The topic was ‘The Elephant in the Room,’ and I had to use specific words throughout. The winning entries were wonderful! Here you go.
“I can’t believe I’m finally here,” Anna said, turning slowly on the spot, craning her neck back to take in the splendor of the Castle. Despite not knowing anything about this country or how to speak the language she just knew she had to be here today.
“I need a favour.” That is all that was written on the embossed card. Her business details on one side and her elegant filigree script on the other. It even smelled like her, rich roses and vanilla wrapped in cinnamon.
The rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking Lizzie to the bone until she couldn’t remember what it felt like to be dry. Her gum boots filled with the icy water, driving needles into her skin. The trapped water didn’t warm as she paced around, it just sloshed until her toes were numb and she was sure they had turned black.
“We shouldn’t be here.”
“Nonsense, we belong here.”
“Yes, of course. How stupid of me. We definitely belong in a dark alley that reeks of urine.”
“Do you think that trees have feelings?” Gloria said, stretching her long legs up the trunk of a weeping willow. The stark paleness against the tree made them look like they were painted with clown make up, but that was just Gloria, as pale as the day was long.