I’m entering the Stringy Bark flash fiction competition. It has to have a link to Australia. Part of the comp is a micro fiction of less than 100 words. I thought I’d post mine, which will be taken down after I’ve entered the competition.
Cicadas screamed. A hot wind slashed stifling fingers through the ghost gums, sending leaves twisting to their final resting place. One leaf landed in an upturned palm. The outstretched fingers received the gift in cold indifference. Eyes, extinguished, couldn’t see the beauty of the leaf. More tears from the ethereal trees covered the lost boy. The cicadas’ dirge; a farewell song nobody could hear.
This is such a fun podcast. Amber & I were alone (together) today and had a blast! I think I was high on chocolate fumes from cooking a birthday cake yesterday. That’s the only explanation I can come up with for my ridiculous observations. If you play the “Amber snorts” drinking game, you’ll have plenty of opportunity to slam those shots down. If you’ve got not much to do and need a giggle, listen to this episode and find out what Chinese medicine and flying squirrel poo have in common, what I think Amber should do next time she rear-ends another car, oh and don’t forget my impersonation of Queen Elizabeth. There’s something for everyone (everyone who’s a bit crazy anyway). Join us. Go on, it’ll be fun.