It’s time for another challenge. This one kicked me up and down the street before letting me actually write it. Stories can be such brats.
This piece was written as part of a Writer’s duel with Milli Gilbert. You can see her piece at Hairballs of Genious.
Here I am again, enthralled by the Flash Fiction Challenge given by Chuck Wendig. This week he wanted us to write about the end of a long journey. The idea came quick, but took some time to winnow down to the 1,479 words you see here.
Chuck Wendig issued a challenge (he does almost every week) and this week I decided to take him up on it. This month’s challenge: one-word titles. I let my “executive decision makers” (dice) choose for me. Here we go:
Samantha sighed and started her third circuit of the parking lot. All she needed was an empty parking space. Just one. A place to legally stop her car so she could get out and into the mall.
School! We’re supposed to hate it, complain about it, do anything and everything to get out of it – or so the popular TV programs tell us. Then again those shows never have the kind of family I do. Let’s just say, my family made school look like a walk in the park on beautiful spring day. I particularly liked the library. It was quiet and the idiots who bought into the bully trope never came in there. A guy like me could hide in the library for days.