Generally, I try to post about every three days—but today will be the first of a four part, four day series…with a twist!
I found the “Once Upon a Time Flash Fiction Writing Contest” last week, gearing up for National Flash Fiction Day over in the UK.
THE THEME: “Unexpected Fairy Tales.” THE RULES: 350 words (or less) of flash fiction about an “unexpected” fairy tale.
I decided to go for it…however, me being me, I had so much fun I couldn’t write just one! (Read: I like to have options, hence the five different types of lotion in my bathroom vanity and three different shampoo types in the shower at all times. Go figure.) So I wrote three. Three quick little tales to debate over for entry—but here’s the fun twist: I’m going to let YOU decide which one I should enter!
Starting today, I will post one of my entry possibilities each day. Then on Thursday I’ll post a vote box and you, wonderful you, can help be part of my decision process for which piece to enter.
I’ve never really tried my hand at flash fiction before—it’s short, sweet, and oh.so.rapidly to the point. I had a great time with it, and I hope you enjoy the pieces I created. All three are extraordinarily different, and for lack of a better plan, I will simply post them in the order I wrote them. 🙂
Thanks so much for being part of the vote on Thursday, and please feel free to share your thoughts and comments at the bottom of this post. Also, I have included a link to other entries if you’d like to check them out. They’re quite entertaining!
All right, here goes (and I better start before the length of my intro exceeds the piece!). Today’s possible entry, the first of three:
Henrietta’s Love Song
Henrietta was a pianist.
Or at least, she thought she was a pianist.
Really what this meant was that on any given day, she would rush home with the faintest red tinge across her puffy cheeks, her breath caught in her throat from the frantic run she’d endured all three miles from the prison she called her high school, and then, throwing herself through the front door with a half-grin at her tired mother, she would drop her bag and plop down in front of the piano.
And then she would play. Long, careful strokes across the freshly polished keys, her raggedy voice tuning in here and there as she pressed the notes that sounded like a fairy tale to her, the whimsical melody that played all day in her head as she stared at him.
Her buddy on the track team, the most handsomest beautiful boy on the planet that she couldn’t stop thinking about ever!
“Henrietta!” her mother shrieked from the kitchen. “Do we have to do this? Again?”
Henrietta closed her eyes and played, her eyes pinched so tightly shut as she played blind—yes blind, for she didn’t need her eyes to see Charlie’s melody in her head!—and she played until her fingers blistered, that image of him in her mind.
“Seriously, Henrietta, this has got to stop.”
But Henrietta ignored her mother, playing the same song for what would be the twenty-seventh day in a row, some Bach piece that she hummed when he passed her on the 100 meter stretch of the track… “I really like your shoes, Henrietta.”
“Your phone, Henrietta!”
She paused, her fingers folded ever so gently, frozen.
“Caller ID says ‘Charlie,’” her mother said.
Henrietta slammed her hands down on the keys, her breath tight in her chest as her mother thrust the phone against her ear.
“Henrietta,” Charlie said, his voice trilling like the notes of her song. She leaned into it, sighing, delighted, hoping…
“I think you left your shoes in my bag. Come and get them.”
Feel free to share your thoughts, and thanks for voting on Thursday!
To check out other fantastic entries, be sure to head over to the OUAT website and scroll down to the bottom of the page.