I haven’t participated in much flash fiction over the last week. Edits came back, and I’ve been forcing myself to work through them. Edits are to writing as cleaning is to my house. I just hate doing it. I know they’re a necessary evil, and they have the ability to make “The Devil Within” such a good book, it’s just, “ughh..I don’t want to do them.” I’d rather be writing.
Anyway, today I wrote for Micro Bookends. I wasn’t enthused by the prompt, and again writing a whole story in 110 words still is almost impossible for me. I can’t get the jab in, the beginning, middle, and end. I think a lot of mine fall flat, but at least they’re letting me practice my craft while I procrastinate editing.
I hope you like Elvis:
A Tale of Two Elvises
Old Father Benedict stepped into the sunshine of the day and inhaled a deep breath, before looking down. He had seen everything in his 96 years. So, he wasn’t surprised at the naked man snoozing at his feet, wearing only sunglasses. A star studded collar peeked out of the paper at his feet.
Father Shaw came up behind him.
Benedict nodded, “Heartbreak Hotel was my favorite. You think he’ll sing for us?”
“The real Elvis has left the building,” Father Shaw said.
“Huh?” Old Benedict scratched his head.
“Overdosed on drugs. I doubt the bum can croon the way Elvis did, not in this day and age.”