Writing a book in a month is a worthy and noble quest.
But how about writing 30 flash fiction stories in 30 days???
I’ll post a flash fiction prompt on the FLASH-NANO page every day from November 1-November 30.
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Flash fiction by Nancy Stohlman
I wanted to just keep walking and pretend I hadn’t seen it. I knew plenty about bags floating in rivers. It wiggled, and I knew I should stop but I kept walking, and I was reminded of my mother sneaking me down to the edge of the river, showing me all the empty bags left in the mud like used condoms – look at those stories, she would say, people just threw them away like trash! They could have lived. And then she would fall to her knees and pray to her god.
So when I saw the woman leaving the edge of the river, I knew what was going on. I avoided eye contact with all the gypsies, beating deflated pillowcases against rocks as I crawled up the muddy banks and caught the tail of the story. I dragged out the waterlogged thing and took it home, where I set its cold, blue body gently on the page and let it live.
Originally published in Flash Frontier. Read original here
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