Coinciding with NaNoCamp this month, I’m teaming up with a fellow writer from #Bookstagram to host a Flash Fiction Challenge & Giveaway! Visit the challenge post on my Instagram (link in sidebar) for the full details on how to enter the giveaway. But even if you don’t participate on Instagram, feel free to use these prompts and post to your blog or other social media accounts. Share and tag me, so I can read!
I love flash fiction. It’s a great exercise for the creative muscles and wonderful practice at “show, don’t tell” because you don’t have enough words to tell. I used to do regular flash, and I’m trying to get back to at least a weekly fic. Stay tuned for more in the future!
Here’s my fic for this week’s photo prompt:
“Are you going to sit there sulking all night?” Lise’s voice asks from the darkness at my back. I take the last swig from the scavenged bottle in my hand, and then chuck it into the waves to distract her from my face as I scrub the gathering tears from my eyes.
“I don’t sulk.”
“Whatever you say,” she answers as she settles beside me. In the distance I hear the rest of the gang laughing and talking by the bonfire down the beach.
She tucks her spindly legs up to her chest and rests her head on them, blinking at me with those large owl-eyes that always see too much, even at night. Especially at night.
Of all of them, she is always watching me. Waiting for me to say or do something, to lead? Or maybe to break.
Everyone breaks. Eventually.
We’ve carved a makeshift life out of this graveyard of ships. We have shelter from the sun, safety from the packs of wandering wild dogs, and when the prophesied flood comes, we will be ready.
It was my idea to come here. To band together for strength. To assign people jobs to keep them busy, keep their minds off the tragedies that brought us here and help the group as a whole. They all wait to hear me speak before they act. But I am no leader.
I can’t be their leader. I can’t live with anymore blood on my hands. /244 words
I hope you will join us!