Today on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, Tracey Gee challenged us to write a Flash Fiction. No set length, but we must include the following: Kevlar, elbow(s), pinking shears, and a copy of The Great Gatsby. For bonus points, we're supposed to intro it with a haiku or limerick (as you can tell, I skipped that part).
What did you think of Leslie Hachtel's post this week? If you missed it, be sure to hop all around the blog to get to her!
Okay, here goes my contribution:
Christine sat surrounded by shreds of paper. If she'd been in a better mood, she might have likened it to snowflakes or flower petals. But at this moment, it reminded her more of shrapnel from a road-side bomb. A Kevlar vest might have protected her from that, while nothing was stopping the static-y bits and pieces from adhering to her sweater, her jeans, her hair and even her elbows.
I'd love to hear what you think! Let me know in the comments. then be sure to hop on forward to Dani Jace and see what she's done!
2/23/2016 11:44:43 am
I almost thought Christine was going to stab the bride with the pinking shears for that last remark. I loved the bomb imagery with the torn up book.
2/23/2016 11:49:18 am
Thanks, Fiona! I picture Mira as a cheerful bridezilla - possibly deserving of stabbing. :)
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