It’s with great shame that I realise I’ve neglected my blog for almost an entire month! In my defence I’ve still been writing, copywriting and creative writing and even a little bit of script writing. It’s nice to have hobbies right?
So rather than neglect this wordy venue for another month, I thought I’d post a rather surreal little flash fiction story that I had previously written for Faber Academy’s quick fic Friday competition.
The prompt? “Today is not a good day for a walk.” Obviously I went weird on it.
The world writhed.
Before and after twisted together in a dizzying dance beyond my window. I looked out, saw myself returning from a stroll before I’d even thought to put my shoes on. I vanished, only for a flickering flame to take my place. With a fizzle it simmered into nothing. No, the ripples were too strong today. There was no possibility of taking a walk. And every possibility I already had.
The whole house reeked of uncertainty, the damp musk of maybe permeating through the letter box. I doubted I’d get any mail. Today was not a day to walk between.
“Possibility is a devilish mistress,” I muttered, sitting back into my great chair before the fire. The wood creaked as it took my weight. The fire crackled in sympathy.
I picked the book from beside me, some latter tome of other gods. I should not indulge them truly, but we are what we are. Besides, it’s always nice to read about the neighbours.
My one good eye scanned the pages, a lot of sensational rhetoric really. But then you’ve really got to sprinkle some sensation in if you’re selling maybe. I’d given up years ago.
The letter box rattled behind me, a quick shiver as the house pushed back the if’s and but’s that tried to crowd in behind.
“Good old Valkyrie,” I whispered as I picked the letter from the floor.
It was from myself. Again.
Not a good day for a walk.