Bless me Fictioneeers, it’s been two months since my last flash fiction. *sigh* I have been in Internet hell. I’ve had more trouble getting Internet in rural California than I did in rural Mexico. Huh?
Other excuses worth mentioning:
I’m basically an angst driven writer and I’m too chillaxed living at the lake house. It’s too nice outside to write inside. There are no interesting drug cartel stories around to fuel my “CIA agent meets a girl and a tequila bottle” novel, WIP.
I actually have no real excuse not to write so I’ve been designing a new food blog and cookbook proposal at http://www.mybajakitchen.com (shameless promotion).
Anyway here’s my dark tale of writing turned warfare. My husband thinks the tale is too dark but he hasn’t met any of you writers who have struggled with getting published. Crazy happens.
Join us at Friday Fictioneers where Rochelle will give you 100 words to justify your actions.
Photo credit Claire Sheldon
Arsenic and Glue Sticks
by T. Delaplain
The thought was crazy of course, just more fiction spinning and frothing in her head. Her desk, once a sanctuary, was now a battle field of staple shrapnel, exploded paper wads and broken dreams. The last bomb lay amongst the ruins.
“We regret to inform you….”
Determined to plant her flag, she devised the final skirmish. No prisoners. She assembled the revised manuscript, slid it gingerly into the envelope and sealed it with the glue stick.
“Dear editor, I regret, nothing.”