Flash fiction Friday (or Sunday)!
It's not exactly the full-length flash-fiction I had hoped to bring you this weekend, but considering I've been putting in full days as the family handyman, it's more than I might have done. A 100-word drabble about someone with a penchant for saying the wrong thing.
Open Mouth, Insert Foot
I just wanted to let Karl know that he might be making a fashion faux pas—that rip in the back of his jeans didn’t look intentional. It looked like he’d gotten too close to a barbed wire fence. Someone had to let him know.
Still, maybe I didn’t say it right. Because when I announced that I had a needle and thread and we could fix the tear, everyone stopped talking and stared. At me. Turns out it was a fashion statement after all.
That’s the 212th time this year. Maybe I could earn a living as a contortionist.
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Crossing my fingers that by this time next week I'll at least be on my way home, DIY and the weather permitting!
Wow! I don't think I could pull off a 100-word story. Well done!
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while since I tried one--I think it's good practice, especially given my tendency to spin my wheels for a while at the start of any story--this 100-word limit really enforces editing of that sort of thing.
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