I started a personal challenge to write a story that is exactly 50 words! Thank you, Boy with a Hat. Not that he set up a formal challenge, but it was his idea. And his writing is worth checking out. So please click the link and find out what he’s up to. If you want to begin at my beginning, click here or search in the side panel with the words, “fifty word.”
I don’t usually pick the names of people I know. In. this case, I have a neice Daria and a friend Porfirio. I hope they don’t mind me borrowing their names. The characters come entirely from my imagination, although I did see someone with a flannel shirt that had perfectly matched plaid.
I thank my good friend, Diane, for suggesting I set up a formal Challenge. Almost everything she writes makes me smile. (Except when she makes me cry.) Check out her blog at “On the Border.”
Daria’s tailor-matched plaid gave her away. Porfirio placed a Blue Plate Special in front of her and hipped his hands.
“Looking for someone.”
“What’s he look like?”
“You.” Daria’s dark eyes rose to meet his through curled lashes.
Porfirio thrumped his left hand down and leaned in close. “No.”
Wednesdays are super-fun and challenging because paring down to exactly 50 words is really hard.
I never know what’s going to flow directly from my brain to my fingertips and onto the virtual page. Every week it’s a bit of a surprise. This week’s story started out with thoughts of Thanksgiving. Upon a re-read, it seems like it could easily go all Stephen King on me.