By bedtime this idea had become an annoyance. It was only a small one but it wouldn’t leave me alone and it wouldn’t grow into a “full” short story. So, what to do? I could have put it into my notebook, but decided not to. Instead, I decided to continue my current trend of doing new things. This time it’s…
Whilst finishing a rather enjoyable walk of the dogs last night, an idea began to form. A small one. It was all about walking. The rhythmic fall of my own feet and the music I was listening to formed an idea.
Flash fiction covers stories which are complete but less than 1,000 words. It’s an artform in and of itself. Telling a full tale which is satisfying and complete in 1,000 words or less? That’s a skill.
But is it a skill I have? Honestly, I don’t know. Especially as this tale is written to be somewhat obtuse. It can be read as sad or sinister. How you read it is up to you. But how I intend it…? Well, that’s for me to know.
My first flash fiction, From. Let me know what you think of it in the comments below!