Today, I wrote flash fiction for one of my favorites: Micro Bookends. I swear, the writers over there are inspiring. I always make it a point to go through and read every story, because there are some amazingly talented people writing shorts on Micro Bookends. I had to research the photo Dave put up to figure out what the heck it was. When I first looked at it, I thought it was carpet. Ha!
This one is short. I usually have a hard time sticking to my 110 words, but not today. It fit in easily.
A Trip to the Archives
“…beat the crap out of me,” the kid in front of us said.
My dad shook his head. I was in the process of dying from boredom as we walked through rows and rows of scrolls.
“How can they find anything. Haven’t they heard of computers?”
“They’re tagged,” Dad said, giddy with excitement.
“Why can’t we go see something normal, like Big Ben? Who comes to the Archives anyway, and why is this even considered interesting?”
Dad’s mouth ran like a river of words never ceasing when he found it fit to lecture me.
“Pip, I’ll never understand your generation.”