Held to the brink, the mouth gapes its film of saliva. There is no more than the gossamer gorge of all those Skittles, crackling up between the teeth. We let go of his neck to see what would happen next. We watched as he scaled the red brick walls. Shouts from a football match. The air aglow with cut grass, laughter, nesting birds. The coming summer.
He got stuck and they watched him for hours from the safety of concrete. They came back after class had finished; no teacher noticed his absence. He was shaking now; it was visible even though he kept his hands stuffed in his pockets. People were crying, Chicken, Chicken, but maybe it wasn’t a game anymore. I told ‘Manda I was going for a walk and she shrugged. She wants in with Liam and won’t leave his side.
Scaling the circumference of a field, the image of that mouth wouldn’t get out my mind. All those teeth! Who knew wee Neil had all those teeth! Pecking like that at the sweets! The stickiness dripping down his chin and all the rainbow colours spilling out, coagulating on the playground. I thought he was going to choke.
The shouts got louder, even though I was now two fields away from the school. Stepped in fucking cow pat. Stopped at a burn to wash my shoes, the patent ones with the gold heart buckle, my favourites. The highness of the shouting modulates, like the tracks we had to listen to in Music Theory to understand what they called octaves and pitch shifts. Maybe you could say it was a scream. I glanced in the water and saw among the rocks and silt the slow spread of a jellyish blood. A sheep’s? The breeze blew and I opened my mouth for a yawn the shape of a semibreve. There was silence then, a pause.
/ Maria Sledmere
(fff prompts: iridescence, inconceivable)
As you may or may not have noticed, it is no longer February. But never fear! GUCW’s favourite monthly challenge is not all over and done with just yet.
As we get to compiling our anthology we are still in need of flash fiction stories for many of our daily prompts. So if any of you still have some work in the pipeline you have until mid-April to submit your stories for the anthology.
As well of stories we would love submissions of your artwork to accompany any pieces or simply artwork to decorate the anthology. You can use the prompts on the flash fiction page for inspiration but there will be a general “kitsch” feel to the anthology (-think cheesy 90’s pop).
Submit your work to: email@example.com
Find the prompts here: Flash Fiction February 2k17
Can’t wait to see what you come up with!
**Days/ Prompts that haven’t been written on yet:**
“You keep saying that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”- Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride
“This world that we’re a-livin’ in, is mighty hard to beat; You git a thorn with every rose, but ain’t the roses sweet!”- Frank Lebby Stanton
I don’t know about anyone else, but I found having daily prompts for Flash Fiction Feb really helpful for getting into the habit of daily writing. Now that the month’s over, I’ve returned to an old trick for churning out the ‘daily page’. 750words.com is a great, simple concept, where basically everyday you write a minimum of 750words and the site records your progress and rewards you with badges for fulfilling targets. The cool thing about it is that it also analyses your writing using some kind of metatag-type software, which is a reward in itself as it can be interesting to see what ‘mood’ your writing betrays (to a computer at least!). Anyway, give it a go!