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Thursday, October 4, 2012

Snow

Recently I did my first flash fiction for Lascaux Flash. It was a lot of fun, and I got to read some amazing stories.

The cool thing with flash fiction is the constraints - you are given a tiny time period and, in this case, only 250 words to create a story. That is really hard to do. If you have an extra hour, why not give it a try? It is a great writing exercise, and you'll find that it is very challenging to create something that is so short and yet still tells a story.We were given a visual prompt, which you can see here. I immediately thought of mirrors, and I had an idea knocking about in the back of my mind already. Once I saw the prompt, I couldn't wait to get started.Here is my attempt, for what it is worth,and I must caution you that it is for the 18+ age group.

Snow

I felt Snow’s breath on my neck after class. “Prince is mine,” she breathed.
“Watch your ass.” I turned to say something, but she was already in motion, followed
by her fangirls. Or boys - it was hard to tell.

Apples. I had to research apples for a science project.
Besides, the library would be a safe place. AC splintered on my cheeks as I sat
at a table and opened a book.

Apple
trees take five years to produce their first fruit.

Another breath on my neck, but it was warm and male. “Hey,”
Prince said. I concentrated on the page in front of me as he sat in the chair
across from me.

The
science of apple-growing is called pomology.

His foot nudged mine. I closed my notebook. Prince looked up
and started to say something. I ignored him.

There was a bathroom in the far corner of the library. The
air was even colder in there. I entered the last stall, opened my purse, and
took it out. The mirror.

Apples
belong to the rose family.

The baggie was small and half-filled with a white powder. I
cut out two lines, rolled up a twenty, and snorted.

My own face looked back at me, dusted with snow. “Get rid of her,”
the girl in the mirror whispered.

The rush hit me, and I dropped the mirror on the floor. Dark
blood streaked down my skin when the silver glass shattered. Red on white.
Snow.