Checking links on the home page, ran across three pieces of flash I’d like to shamelessly pitch. Seems to be a thing, shamelessly pitching one’s work, here. I’ll try not to make it a regular event, but suspect these may be of interest to readers, even casual readers. I’ll pitch and leave paging-out to you. I know it takes extra effort. Consider it finger exercise. You might want to mix a protein shake afterward to rebuild phalanges muscles.
Snow is brand new. Well, just pulled from the file, toned-down, and paged into Flash Fiction. Lost some of its zing when stripped of expletives. A sneaky way to ease into the next two without requiring welder’s goggles. Comes in at PG.
Heartbeat has been out there in flash for a while. Because I know lots of folks don’t have or want to spare time to browse, I’m thinking few know it’s there. It’s a quick spy-type narrative with a quirky twist and a theme line most don’t see. Has a frustrated love-interest, some international mention – Michigan’s UP, Moscow, Warsaw, and Spain, and some double-dealing. I’d give it an MA or a thin R.
Old Men suffered several revisions, yes, no, yes, no, before making it into Flash Fiction. It is Heavy-duty R for language I’ve heard on television though not MSM television. Sorry folks, that’s the way people talk. Especially military, and other walks of life most think have low regard for life but actually have greater regard for life than people who wouldn’t say schitt if they had a mouthful. Not loaded with offensive language, in fact it’s sparse, but removing that last bit I found wasn’t true to life. A life capsule of maybe ten minutes, three minutes to read: old politicians, old military, and one old man (I’ll let you work out exactly what he is) brought to focus by one youth so unaffected he sleeps through the whole of the vignette and a man somewhere for a few years anyway not young and not old.
Maybe catch you again tomorrow. Maybe not.