He’d been at the door for hours now.
Just standing in the doorway with his “army” hat he’d made so that it looked just like his dad’s.
His mother was still lying on the bed sobbing uncontrollably clutching the official letter that arrived that afternoon.
In a scene of subtle synchronicity, the boy saluted the sun as it set in the mid winter sky just as his mother dropped the letter onto the floor.
As of tonight the world as they knew it would take a whole new course, meanwhile the cat went from room to room trying to get either’s attention so it could be fed.
Comments
Well, I happened to like it :) It’s sad and clever with so few words.
I don’t mind the picture/story thing because it helps inspire something to write and even if I don’t come up with something, I enjoy reading the different perspectives others comes up with.
C2 band has been ticking something over for the game of kings challenge, not sure how long we’ve got to get our a into g though…
Can’t wait to see what you got :)
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
I think it’s an incredible little tale. I’m glad I stopped by to read it.
You are so welcome
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
Funny! I so needed that…thanks captain sensible :)
Thanks Mr K
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
You are the master of the last sentence you know.
Always.
thanks missus, how’s the valves?
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
Nice poem mate – I actually thought it was very touching, and the fact you always write something a quantum leap away from everyone else can only be a good thing – set yourself aside from the rest!!
Now…..did the cat get fed?
Thanks buddy, but it isn’t a poem.
Yeah, the cat dragged a bird into the Mum’s bedroom a little later that evening.
hahahaha
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
I took that photo. And yes, I wanted everyone to see how very clever I am. lmao
However, independent judge was subjective and he didn’t pick your story Danny, but as your fellow host of FF, and as your friend, and as an independent reader, I loved it. I loved how it brought everything back to the ‘time keeps marching on’ kind of thingy. Sorry about the sour grapes; not a good vintage I’m afraid. Maybe with the rain we’ll get a lovely little cabernet sav out of the vineyard. This one is a definite for the next book however.
Oh, you, stop flirting.
The winning story was quite good, as were most of the competition, I just needed a good excuse to post it proper. A good yarn is always necessary for back story.
Either that or I give the story a 50 word title (which I am not beyond doing)
This is the best reaction (hits and favourites) to a story that I have posted in ages
:)
Now go read Game of Kings- the picture book,
Currently being posted in serial form every Monday, Wednesday and Friday on Red Bubble.
:))
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
Good thanks. At least I hope they are. I don’t have to inject the Drano any more – just swallowing the Ratsak now.
Back to work Monday week all going well……
hehehe, off to read it all now.
Good to hear Cathie. Been worrying aboutcha.
Not a poem? what is it then? Oh yeah sorry mate, got it now, silly me – you mention what it is in the first sentence of your write up – its a ‘something’. ;)
A something is a Flash Fiction
Only 150 words and has to have a beginning, middle and end.
When you think about it, perfect for sequential writing.
Have a peek at some of these and you’ll get the picture, maybe some ideas (hint hint) :)
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
You should have added the bit about the cat and the bird at the end – you could have added an even greater twist of irony, his dad could have been reincarnated as a sparrow and just as he was about to leave the nest….The cat ate him!!
oh, I like working with you.
That’s brilliant & sick at the same time :)
– Mister Mxyplyzyk