I'm so excited...I got Third Place over at OxyJen's blog for her "Happy 100" writing contest.
I'm thrilled for the recognition, and that I was able to meet the challenge. The challenge was to make up a story using exactly 100 words. It's tougher than you might think! 100 words isn't a lot to tell an actual story. Here is my entry:
Frank never thought he'd see the day.
Here he was, face-to-face with his childhood nemesis. The bully who'd extorted his lunch money, planted stink-bombs in his locker, and fabricated rumors about Frank's sexuality that plagued his high school years.
Frank slid into the seat opposite the man, setting down his sharkskin briefcase, loosening his Armani tie.
He cleared his throat. "Don't I know you?"
A blank stare. The briefest flicker of horrified recognition, squelched instantly into contrived dispassion. "...I don't think so."
It was all Frank needed. He settled back, snapped open the Wall Street Journal.
"Black polish. Make 'em shine."
Inspired, as my faithful followers have already surmised, by my frequent Airport excursions of late.
I've added a few to my blogroll from OxyJen's site, check 'em out if you have the time. I picked the ones that are my personal kind of blogs.
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