A flash of 100 words

I was late to the party for Morgen Bailey’s monthly competition this month gone. I missed the September deadline by a day. But it did not stop me from giving it a go as an exercise and sharing with you my offering for the 100 word flash fiction story. The rules are: there is a prompt and also your story must be 100 words exactly, not including the title. The theme for September was the swimming pool.

So taking the challenge, which is a great exercise for writers to tighten their writing and make every word count plus remember it must be complete and not just an excerpt, I got to writing. Read my offering below and I hope you enjoy it. To check out Morgen’s competition you will find her on FB at the link following my story.

The Swimming Pool

The homeowner wanted a new pool and Donald’s gardening company was building it. Today they were digging out the foundation.

Counting steps to the left, Donald sprayed a line marking the edge. He stepped in the next direction and repeated the procedure. Locating the centre of the dig, he sprayed an X.

Once the X spot was dug, he would later bury the body personally, his crew unaware of their boss’s side-line. A side-line which gang-lords paid Donald well. He would build on the grave, like he had with previous jobs.

Donald loved the outdoor life his gardening job provided.

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There you have it, short and sweet. The link to Morgen’s page is here: https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/100-word-free-monthly-competition/

Happy reading,

Mary x

Short Read 100 words

Back in March this year, I entered a competition for a 100 word story. The words, since sliced bread had to be a part of it. I’m happy to say I received an honourable mention for the below story, From Afar. This is a joy for me, anything positive in your writing life is a pat on the shoulder to say keep at it!!

Many congratulations to the winners. If you wish to enter the monthly flash fiction challenge then head over to Morgen Bailey’s blog for further details. Link beneath my story.

From Afar

I am in love. She sits there under the tree without a care in the world. I sit further away on a bench admiring her. Ask me anything about her and I’m sure I could answer. Her hair is russet red, her lips, a pale strawberry, her eyes, deep sapphire. She works at the checkout in Tesco’s four days a week. She comes here to the park for her lunch break, weather permitting. Her name is Chantelle. She is the best thing ever since sliced bread to come out of Tesco. Pity, she doesn’t know who I am. Maybe someday.

 

Link for Morgen’s blog. https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/2020/04/18/results-of-morgens-100-word-competition-march-2020/