I needed a new exercise to sink my brain into, something a minor distraction, but not something I want to make a major one. I’ve seen plenty of variations on blogs of short fiction, flash fiction, word prompt fiction, “x” amount of words fiction. On the way to Laughlin, during a time when my wife was driving, I was interested in “this sort of thing” (a Father Ted reference), but what rules to impose? I decided on these three rules:
- It must be 100 words or less.
- The prompt will be mentioned after the story.
- It must be written in under 30 mins and then it goes up onto a post as is, with no additional editing allowed, no pondering on it for a day or more.
A shade of rust
It was an old beetle car, almost stripped of paint, now a brown rust colour. It put me in mind of those days on the coast. Hot but tempered with a sea breeze. The salty air. The delight of sand getting into everything. Even our underwear. Yes even our underwear.
Those were the days. I miss the sky a rainbow of blue, a cloud a welcome friend.
Too much time. When did I get old? Stripped of youthful endeavour. I drive an SUV, ironically without the sport. I should watch the road. My car is bug splattered.
The prompt was an original paint stripped beetle we passed on the freeway.
Lexicon word of the day: inauspicious.