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<\/p>\nYee-Haw!! I just took home an honorable mention from Siobhan Muir’s ThursThread (flash fiction) with author Scott Mckinley judging! \u00a0Thanks to both Siobhan and Scott! This was a fun exercise to get the ol’ brain workin’!<\/p>\n
For those wandering what flash fiction is: you’re given a phrase that has to be incorporated in a scene no longer than 250 words. The phrase for this contest was “Nothing personal, Kid.”<\/p>\n
If y’all wanna check out the prose that took this prize, I’ve included the scene below!<\/p>\n
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\u201cSonofabitch!\u201d Jack grabbed the foot the protesting big toe hopping like that might ease the throbbing pain. All effects of the whiskey consumed in town died in a flash of pain. \u201cThat goddamn trunk\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
A baby\u2019s cry split the air. Every muscle tensed like a well stretched rope. The orange glow of gaslight unveiled a woman\u2019s form gliding across the floorboards of his bedroom to a crib. Was he at the wrong ranch?
\nWords of comfort drifted back to him as she held the baby until loud bellows turned to hiccups.<\/p>\n
Jack dropped his foot. \u201cThat ain\u2019t mine!\u201d<\/p>\n
The angel in a white cotton gown angled her head meeting his gaze. Green eyes flashed with fire. Lines creased her brow. \u201cOf course he\u2019s not, ya fool. But he\u2019s my responsibility and if I\u2019m sharing your bed, he\u2019s gotta come, too. I can\u2019t be leavin\u2019 him alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSharin\u2019 my\u2026\u201d He whistled low remembering morning by the breaking ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, it\u2019s nothin\u2019 personal, Kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not a Kid. I just outrode and out roped every man here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a depression goin\u2019 on, Little Lady. Men got families to feed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to feed mine, too. What do ya suggest I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan ya ride a man like ya handled that mustang?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter.\u201d He saw the lie in her red cheeks.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. Show up tonight and ya got yerself a job in the house and out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two sets of green eyes stared at him as he returned to the present. \u201cSonofabitch.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yee-Haw!! I just took home an honorable mention from Siobhan Muir’s ThursThread (flash fiction) with author Scott Mckinley judging! \u00a0Thanks to both Siobhan and Scott! This was a fun exercise to get the ol’ brain workin’! For those wandering what … Continue reading