Wednesday, March 25, 2020

not what we expected

So glad you came home, Sis, I’m going crazy.

What do you think’s happening?

They’ve been bossy and bitchy for weeks. Nobody remembers I’m graduating and need help with college plans.

Yeah, I’m getting married and Mom doesn’t return my calls. It’s got to be divorce. They think because we’re grown we can take it. I’m guessing that’s why we’re going out to dinner. They want to tell us together, all adult and proper.

Kids, things have been stressful lately. Sorry, we’re overwhelmed with reorganizing our lives… because we’re having a baby.

Fiction 101 - The goal is to tell a story in 101 words or less.

Thursday, March 19, 2020

The Last Encore

They crowded the auditorium to see their hero one last time. The former vanguards of radicalism were now retired from corporations and bureaucracies, bodies failing faster than idealism. This night they were alive again, swaying to music and memories. 

Standing onstage was the lone survivor of the ’60s band that infused their youthful rebellion. His skills were diminished, voice strained and disdain barely veiled. 

The encore was near perfect as the crowd pulsed forward. Sound overwhelmed the moment and almost no one heard the gunshot crack, while everyone saw their god drop to the stage.

From Fiction 101, Editors' Pick, Cascadia Weekly March 17, 2020

The goal is to tell a complete story in 101 words or less.