Below was my entry for Flash Friday #38. Here are the basics:
This week’s contest is judged by SVW member Dan Radmacher who, despite spending suspicious lengths of time in his basement, is a strong writer with a keen eye for extraordinary storytelling. Be sure to check out his judge page to find out what he looks for in a winning entry. Short version: he likes crisp writing, a good story, and as much character development as can be squished into the word count.
* Word limit: 250- word story (10-word leeway) based on the photo prompt. (Feels almost novel-length, doesn’t it!)
* How: Post your story here in the comments. Include your word count (240 – 260 words, exclusive of title) and Twitter handle if you’ve got one.
* Deadline: 11:59pm ET tonight (check the world clock if you need to; Flash! Friday’s on Washington, DC time)
* Winners: will post SUNDAY
* Prize: A world-traveling e-trophy e-dragon e-badge, a personalized explorer’s page here at FF, a star-following 60-second interview feature next Wednesday, and YOUR NAME splashed by mermaids across the seas of the world (so to speak). NOTE: Winning and non-winning stories alike remain eligible for selection for Monday’s occasional Flash Points.
* Follow @FlashFridayFic on Twitter for up-to-date news/announcements/advice on how to sail with a dragon aboard. And now for your prompt:
My story follows. Click on the picture afterwards and read the other entries.
250 words – Twitter name: SVBookman
“Oh, Georgie!” Abigail sighed, looking over the newest version of Archson’s world map. “Where can we go now?”
George Rockman pushed his magnificently crafted Grabow pipe farther into his mouth as he gazed from Abigail’s beautiful countenance to the map and back again.
“Abby, my dear,” he began, “there is nowhere we can’t go. In fact, there is nowhere we shouldn’t go!” He put his arm around her, giving a tight squeeze while waving his other arm.
“I never dreamed it would be this much fun, so gloriously delicious to hunt. I am so very glad we met and you pushed for me to get started.”
George was happy, too. He was very glad to have been able to show Abby the basics of the bow. She had taken to it like a fish to water, and, in no time, had been hitting her targets’ center each time she let a shaft fly. The two of them made a great couple. Neither made a sound and the pair was deadly to behold. This would be their twelfth outing together.
“Let’s see, Abby, we’ve been to Montana, Quebec, and even New Zealand. Where to next?”
“How about Chicago?” the lass inquired.
“That would be quite a challenge,” George mused with a smile.
Abigail went back into the house and down to the basement with the trophies. She looked at the mountings. She liked the blonde from Montana, but the brunette from Quebec put her to shame. Yes, Chicago would be fun.
Scott L Vannatter