Mine, an attempt at a happy one - Ironically not entirely happy with it though (For someone who writes a lot about happiness, my fiction is much better the blacker it is):
The race official had never liked him. He knew they would do anything to stop him winning, but to disqualify him when he had actually won was beyond belief. He tried to complain but to no avail. He was told to leave the marshalling area immediately, and that rules were there for a reason. The trophy he’d earned would never be presented, at least not to him.
Mrs De Santos rolled her eyes in frustration. “Why do we even bother with the sack race? Every year some kid tries to run in the sack. Without fail, it ends in tears!”
My other, an under 30, is seasonal, for Halloween.
Zombie Prom: an undead tale of love & loss
The young zombie lamented to her mother "but what if I never eat 'The One'!"
Happy Halloween to you all....
LOVE them !!!!! You are so clever - I love how you do this every month !!!!
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You are my inspiration for tomorrow's IBOT post...well you and someone else who was very famous in South Africa...
DeleteYay I love this. Sorry I haen't played along for a little while. Here is my contribution for this month:
ReplyDeleteShe could ignore the text messages. Ignore his words. Ignore his arms reaching out through their abbreviated reality. But she couldn't ignore the ache of feelings turning over and over on themselves. She couldn't ignore the betrayal in her mind, the moments of escape as she imagined falling back into his arms. She couldn't ignore the guilt. The mounting guilt as the day drew closer. For as one man reached out to her, on his knees begging her to take him back. Another man reached out to her with open arms to start from the beginning, as husband and wife.
This is fabulous. I had to read it about three times, straight away. It's so clear and powerful...
Delete'ignore the arms reaching out through their abbreviated reality'
DeleteLOVE it!
I fucking loved this Josefa. Nice one.
DeleteLove these stories! The photo is doing a good job of creeping me out though!
ReplyDeleteDani @ sand has no home
The Abbey rose majestically from the grassy promontory; an ancient general overseeing the massed troops of gravestones on the cliff-top. Little Charli was exploring when, with a thoughtful expression, she began to circle one particular stone. Once ... twice ... nearly three times until her father, in confused superstition, stopped her from completing the third circuit.
ReplyDeleteCharli frowned and pulled away. She moved close to the greying stone, leaned in tenderly ... and kissed it.
The little girl skipped away leaving her father shocked. He peered closely at the gravestone’s weathered inscription and could just make out the words ‘... girl, aged 2’.
Damn! I gave you the unedited one! That's 103 words! Sorry :-)
DeleteSlap on the wrist! It's the EXACT part that makes it tricky...;) I'll link your blog...Great story - I was thinking blarney stone for a bit. Love the end.
DeleteHaha...loved it! The zombie one was too funny! I like 100 word fiction...will try and link something up over the next few days. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a cracker, Lydia! It's great how you can fit so much story into so little words.
ReplyDeleteBut that photo is going to come back to me tonight, I just know it!!!!
Those parents get so overzealous with the rules sometimes lol!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up with us at The Lounge!
Brilliant writing! That picture has spooked me. Happy Halloween
ReplyDeleteI can't get over that image....scary!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat play with words ;)