Holy crapsticks I’m on a roll. Two posts in two days, both of which are fiction? Satan must be ice skating down there in hell, cos I sure didn’t plan for this to happen. Hell, it almost didn’t happen: I’ve had kids crawling over me all day, cable techs drilling holes in my walls, babies who need attention, twitters to tweet and housework to do. The last thing I wanted to do was write.
Then I saw this Flash Fiction Friday #29 thing — I always come to these things late, as yesterday’s Free Gisch contest will, well, attest — and a story started taking shape in my head. After many stops and starts, and wanting to alternate between killing my kids and killing myself, here it is. I suppose I failed the challenge; I didn’t post it before 9am PST. But in the end, I don’t care. I finished the challenge, and that’s more important to me. 🙂
I’m not entirely sure I like it, and I didn’t read through it as heavily as I do my other bits of flash… the huge number of stops and starts on this thing saw to that. But done is done, written is written, and garbage is only garbage if you consider it so.
Call it a writing exercise, and be done with it. I am.