A Leslie Brown Christmas
“Put that wash cloth back over your eyes right now!” Her mother dipped the white cloth into a bowl filled with cool water. She folded it in thirds, but before…
Alright, Ficlyteers. Time for a patented Elisabeth Davis Challenge! I don't ask much, friends and Family. I need you to take one thing, something overlooked or a random, everyday object/thing [a smile, a laugh, a kitchen, a stove] and do one of two things: 1) Turn it not so ordinary. Make it sinister, silly, whatever. Just make it different. A LOT different. 2) Describe in in aching detail. I'm not saying you have to describe every tile in the kitchen floor, but set a VERY clear scene. *Rules:* Must do one of the two things above. Must leave an open end to weave into. That's what Ficly's about, right? You have a month. In Ficly, we find that we can't describe things as well as we'd like because of the character limit. Well, now you have the opportunity to devote the entire 1024 characters to your description! Ladies and gentlemen, *start your keyboards!*
“Put that wash cloth back over your eyes right now!” Her mother dipped the white cloth into a bowl filled with cool water. She folded it in thirds, but before…
The solitary lightbulb above his slightly balding head dims. Shadows rush in to take over the places once filled with luminosity. A smirk spreads across his…
Tick, tick, tick He sits in the centre of the kitchen, staring at the formica clock above the door, the bright white light of the flourescent tube casting…
I dragged my feet, following my Mother reluctantly through the store to the most embarrassing department. Satin, lace, silk, and cotton cups and straps hung…
No one notices the man on the corner. And why should they? Everything from his coat that was once white, but was now a sickly pale gray, to his shoes, with…