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.
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…
Flash Fiction
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!