Wednesday was a perfect storm of flash fiction. The flood of stories scrolling down my Home page on Facebook was glorious, added to which we had the live Write-In from the apparently inexhaustible wizards behind National Flash Fiction Day , to which I contributed a little bit of silliness which I reproduce here for your delectation:
A very short shaggy dog story
Maggie – that’s my person – is always saying to people that I’m nothing but a hound dog. It amuses her and there’s a song to that effect which she sings around the house when no-one can hear, except that I do hear it and if I could put my paws over my ears I would because, well, it’s terrible. Only then she’d think I wanted to play and frankly, I just want to rest. I’m old. In my day I dreamt of being a dragon dog, roaming the forests and eating people. Just as well Maggie can’t read my mind. I think it would have frightened her, even though it was a harmless fantasy. We dogs have rich internal lives. Did you know that, you writers?
Out and about in the real world, we had a delightful evening of story-telling in Abergavenny, and the stories of those short-listed in our competition for NFFD were all read. The winner in the over-18s category (for which we had over 70 entries) was Barbara Weeks from Carmarthen with her intriguing story The Sofa – many congratulations to Barbara!
So, time to start work on a longer (short!) story…