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.”
This week I thought of Thanksgiving and an old friend of mine.
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.”
“What were you thinking when you named me?” Teena accordioned her spindly 13-year-old body up from the couch. “I’m too big for my name. You must have known.”
“Your name means protected.” Teena’s mother stopped chopping, cleaver in mid-air. She met Teena’s scowl with a smile. “You ready to help?”
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.