tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post1021951341160439502..comments2023-10-31T15:39:09.651+01:00Comments on box elder: Flash fiction Friday # 2Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-76732422502250047032012-11-10T18:24:36.401+01:002012-11-10T18:24:36.401+01:00"They laid her in the sewing room", is a..."They laid her in the sewing room", is a story in a phrase. Meanwhile this piece of flash fiction pivots on it. I agree with Robbie there is dramatic tension in the unexplained. Hope you do more.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-51519523971407515232012-11-10T15:48:57.916+01:002012-11-10T15:48:57.916+01:00Wow, Lucy. Heartrending and beautiful. Thank you.
...Wow, Lucy. Heartrending and beautiful. Thank you.<br /><br />- alisonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-90596396268195029552012-11-10T09:19:03.963+01:002012-11-10T09:19:03.963+01:00Oh, isn't it a bastard trying to avoid complic...Oh, isn't it a bastard trying to avoid complicated verb tenses while still maintaining the correct temporal flow. It may have been the 300-word limitation but it was so important not to say anything about why people need trousers hemmed: that it should be the unexplained theme establishing the story's pre-life and after-life (even though paradoxically the trouser-hemmer died). And congratulations on the tiny, anti-intuitive ending that I am finding so hard to come up with. People only look at dead bodies in silence, right? So let's take him out of the cliché and have him talk. About what? It doesn't damn well matter. A life indeed.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-3712699494600510162012-11-10T04:50:44.208+01:002012-11-10T04:50:44.208+01:00Dropping Dead On Wednesday
You just died, you did...<b>Dropping Dead On Wednesday</b><br /><br />You just died, you did.<br />I don't believe it, cannot.<br />Not yet anyway.<br />I press up against<br />the life of you hemming frays<br />in my thoughts, my hot<br />spaces left cooling<br />in your sudden vacancy,<br />the sucking black hole<br />renewed, reformed. Bright<br />emptiness shatters my eyes<br />in the very air.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-84429219298795351512012-11-09T23:04:03.063+01:002012-11-09T23:04:03.063+01:00Wonderful story! Wonderful story! marja-leenahttp://www.marja-leena-rathje.infonoreply@blogger.com