So the leader of our local writing group presented us with an awesome piece of artwork by Ariel Burgess to use as a writing prompt. Here’s the picture, and my story is after the break…
I’m sure everyone can figure out where this came from. Nonetheless, it dumped itself out of my fingertips, so here it is. It’s weird. I can almost hear these two if I close my eyes and listen…
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I wanted my gum, dammit.
“Suze. Where’d you put that pack of gum?” I jammed a finger in the cubby hole under the ash tray in the dash, probing for a stick of artificial cinnamon flavor.
“Watch where you’re going,” she nagged. She kicked at the debris around her feet. “It’s here somewhere.”
“Well then find it. Dammit, I told you to clean out your car before we left.” I leaned over, a glimpse of red wrapping peered through the empty coke bottles and McBurger wrappers on the floor. “There. What’s that by your —”
“David,” she screamed. “Look out!”
I jerked my head up. Headlights in my lane. I yanked the wheel. Both feet stomped the brakes. Metal screamed and glass shattered. My steering wheel exploded.
Continue reading The Wreck
The result of a message exchange with one of my crit partners. I was trying to figure out what one of my beta readers was telling me, and had become somewhat discouraged. She advised, jokingly, that I run some various types of analysis on the feedback I had received to find the hidden meaning. Below is the reply I sent: