Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
The last chance saloon
The bar was almost empty but the Juke Box was belting
out Cash singing, You are my Sunshine.
..... 'Have you saved the last dance for me', Jake asked.
Putting her bottle down, Kate said, 'I reckon I have.'
.....As he held her, he prayed she would make it to
Christmas.
Lovers tiff
‘Do you love me,’ asked Gertrude, looking up at Basil.
.....‘Like a Dragonfly, whose bright bejewelled looks
enchanted me from our first meeting.’
.....Gertrude looked up sharply. ‘Dragonflies only live
a few days—is this how long our love has?’
.....Basil’s hesitation was to him nerves but to her
betrayal.
Every cloud has a sliver lining
'I am afraid that the sperm tests confirm
Oligospermaesthenia.'
.....'Yor what Doc?', Keith said looking confused.
.....The Doctor, in his best bedside manner, said, 'it
means that your gun only shoots blanks.'
.....Keith, smiling, said, 'Can I have that in writing?
.....'Yes but why?' It’s my licence for shag heaven.'
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