This week’s tale is an example of why sometimes 100 words is not enough, but I am a stickler for the rules of the game, darlings, and so I present to you a story that is inspired by someone I didn’t know very well a long time ago in a small town far, far away…
In telling this story, I realized that the bigger tale does bear telling, and so I’ve also written the longer version as well. Not that this doesn’t stand on its own — feel free to enjoy the 100 word (exactly) version, and then walk away, but if you’d kindly indulge your favourite dilettante just this once, darlings, you’d make me very happy if you went and read the whole story HERE. If nothing else, you may get a glimpse of my creative process, and how I work to shave something down to just 100 words. Also (and I’ve been wanting to say this for some time darlings, but it always struck me as slightly ungrateful, but…) if you like what I can do with 100 words, just imagine what I can do with more!
Amy wore shorts as she biked around town. She’d recently shaved her head, and the oh-so-clever boys from school started calling her the Dyke on a Bike. Amy wasn’t a lesbian, not that it mattered – small town; small minds. Her shorts displayed frequently appearing bruises Amy wore as a cry for help that went unanswered. She shaved her head so her dad couldn’t grab her hair when she tried to escape from him at night.
The day they found Amy’s dad at the bottom of the basement stairs, they found Amy’s bike at the Amtrak station.
They never found Amy.
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge that is open to all, and is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at her blog Addicted to Purple, and you can read all about it here. The gist: write a self-contained tale of 100 words (there is no word police if you go over, but it’s a challenge, so do what you can!) inspired by a photo that is submitted every Wednesday by different people. This weeks comes from the enigmatic “anelephantcant”.
When I get a chance to read this week (it’s always my goal to get through all, but I figure I succeed at that maybe 80% of the time, so…) I will post my favourites below.
David Stewart is always a good read, and Moon Cycle is spot on.
And then there’s Perry Block, whose sense of the surreal never fails to delight. Bob, the Nearsighted Tree will make you laugh (unless you have no sense of humour, and then I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you, darling)
Then head over to read Claire Fuller’s Cafe Disparaît — it’s not what it seems. So good.
Why the Bicycle Loves the Tree is a wonderful metaphor by Sarah Ann Hall
Troy’s “Have You Ever Had It Blue?” was a moving tale with a shocking twist that really knocked the air out of me. Incredibly well done.