Are you ready for the latest installment of the ongoing photo-fiction game that Christine Hennebury and I have been playing? Each week, I take a photo and send it to her, and she uses it as inspiration for a piece of flash fiction. We’re enjoying it so much that we’re inviting others to play along too – see details below.
But first, this week’s story!
I probably shouldnâ€™t have agreed to read her book.
And I definitely shouldnâ€™t have told her that the part I did read was awful.
Meeting her in that dark parking lot to return the manuscript was not my brightest moment, and turning my back on her was a monumental mistake.
As she hit me on the head with that shovel, I thought â€˜This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.â€™
I woke in the barn, sneezing and sniffling, surrounded by hay, my shoulders aching from the way my hands were tied behind me, and I thought â€˜No, THIS is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.â€™
Then, when she came in wearing that robe, carrying the book, it seemed she was going to read more of her so-called novel to me, and I thought,
â€˜Oh, no, THIS is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.â€™
I couldnâ€™t even cover my ears.
When her gibberish turned out to be a spell, it was a kind of relief, really.
I know I have tonnes of friends who like to write, and we’d love to have others join in and play along. Inspired by the photo in this post? Write your flash fiction in the comment section. Or, drop a comment to be included in the mailing list for next week’s photo. We’re big on fun but short on rules – help us make it up as we go along!