Two of the 55 word stories below were awarded places (1st & 2nd) in the Noorat & District Agricultural & Pastoral Society’s Annual Show.
Can you guess which?
The Fly on the Wall
The fly has been watching from the wall all week.
She slaps you hard and you want to glare back at her but you can’t meet her eyes.
You disappointed me, she murmurs.
What should you say?
She places the envelope on the desk and you look up. The fly on the wall is gone.
The world is a dark, wet place to the newborn kitten, who jostles against impatient siblings, their fur sticking to her’s as she pushes forward instinctively. Then that first virgin sensation of mother’s soft, dry fur and the kitten latches on for a squirt of liquid warmth before a rowdy brother bowls her aside.
Sometimes it’s hard being a story. No, strike that. It’s always hard.
That said some of us have it a lot worse. I mean, look at me.
How am I supposed to interest you with my measly fifty-five words?
I’m forced to be both character and location.
And plot? Who has the time to develop…