There is a box within my brain where I store bad memories and forget about them. Only I have the key. The other night I opened the box to shove the reluctant cartel kicking and screaming into my stronghold. Unfortunately, a man, who will not be named here, but who has been locked in my box for many years or even decades, tiptoed past me as I was distracted and scurried down the corridors of my mind. I had to to chase him about for many hours before I was able to corner him and return him to the box. I really must be more careful when putting things away.
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August 16th, 2010 at 8:04 pm
Very nice. It works as is. Would also work expanded as flash fiction.
August 16th, 2010 at 8:08 pm
What is flash fiction?
August 17th, 2010 at 8:11 pm
short story…
for instance,
Flash Friday 55,
write a story or a poem with exactly 55 words,
Sunday 160,
write a tale or poem with exactly 160 characters…
people do all kinds of Flash Fiction Writing…
August 17th, 2010 at 9:05 pm
Thanks! I checked out some sources…I never knew the genre existed. I might have to do some more with it. I just like to play with words:)
August 16th, 2010 at 11:25 pm
“Flash fiction” = “extremely brief fiction.”
http://www.writing-world.com/fiction/flash.shtml
Well done. Nicely written and photo and narrative complement each other. The piece rings true for human nature …
Thank you! Enjoyed much.
August 17th, 2010 at 2:39 pm
Great link Jamie. I may just pursue this story a bit more. It was a sort of flash-in-the pan, had-to-get-out stream of consciousness, but now…I think I’ll play with it a bit.
August 17th, 2010 at 1:43 pm
nice write…i wonder do we all have those waiting to escape…if you expanded it i would focus on what he did when he escaped…
August 17th, 2010 at 2:32 pm
Thanks! That’s a good suggestion.