Last week's class was about Flash Fiction. Flash Fiction are very short stories. Think less than two pages. Think less than one page. Overall, as the Hubs would say, it's not my cup of tea. I was at a bit of loss, my nature is to overwrite. I feel that I don't have something important enough to say in a small space. That sounds so odd, right? One would think it would be easier to just throw down a few hundred words and be done, not for me. Honestly, my inability to write Flash Fiction is 98 percent due to not wanting to write super-short fiction.
Flash forward to today, pun--most defiinitely--intended, my run provide inspiration for a piece.
While Running Today
by Victoria
I was about an hour into my run today when I saw a gaunt old man clad in blue swimming trunks and toting two pool noodles, one red and one yellow.
"Take it easy out there!" He said, as I ran by completely ignoring his unsolicited advice. This ain't my first run dude, I thought to myself and continued on toward a small pond with a water feature.
A northern hawk owl swooped over the pond and came up with a frog in its beak. Nearby the old man put on his mask and waited for a temperature check before his dip in the condo complex pool.
I ran past him, Don't drown Old Man is what I wanted to say.
