Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
This week I want you to continue the sentence below (the sentence doesn’t count in your 52 words).
It stared at me…
…goading me, teasing me, inviting me to come and choose it, to open it up, to love it again. It seemed to be asking me why I hadn’t visited for so long, and when I would finish it. I ran my mouse over it, hovered. Should I click? My work in progress…
Matt the Book Blogger is back with another wonderful #FFF prompt (Flash Fiction Friday!)
This week’s edition will be on (drum roll please)…Frank Sinatra’s My Way. Feel free to base responses of anything to do with the song, I always enjoy any different takes!
Today we have the wonderful voice of Frank Sinatra to croon along to inspire us! (Is the singing along just me?!) And the song is My Way, a true classic!
So… here goes!
No fuss.
No show.
No craziness.
No feeding the five thousand.
No people I have not seen since I was in nappies.
No functions for two weeks in advance.
Just you and me… and the family of course.
A few close friends.
Food that we like.
Music we choose.
Sorry if your mum doesn’t like it.
It’s not her day, it‘s mine… ours.
Gone are the days of the parents paying for everything.
We’ve saved up and can pay for everything.
We decide what our wedding will be like.
Sorry, consoling her is your problem, we’re doing this MY WAY!
And just for the record… I was totally not like this!
My wedding was done with the true pomp and circumstance of the average Indian wedding.. I still watch the video (yes, video, I am that old!) and see people I don’t have a clue about, enjoying the festivities!
Seven hundred and fifty guests were there on the day! And only 200 of them from the boys side! (Yes I know may western weddings would gasp at 200 for the entire guest list! But that was a very small amount for the baraat, or groom’s side!)
Our functions started in earnest the week before, and we actually had the opportunity to rent our neighbour’s house to sleep some of the multitude of family who came from various international destinations to attend my wedding!
Would I change it? Not a lot!
Maybe if it was up to me there wouldn’t be as many people there, but the rest of it, well that’s the fun of a Big Fat Indian Wedding!
This week, I want to get to know you. Pretend money is no object, describe your perfect office or writing location, or make it up, make it random or describe the craziest place you’ve worked.
I wrote this 52-word piece first… Maybe the craziest place I have written…
Sitting here, right now is probably the loudest writing spot I use!
For the last two years, I manage to squeeze in an hour’s writing time at my children’s Dhol Lesson!
Imagine… Between four and twelve large drums beating, often not in time, providing me with inspiration… and often a headache too!
Then the drums provided me with inspiration to write a 52-word poem too! (Hope this is allowed Sacha!)
As a writer I have no home
I have no writerly fixed abode
In the dining room or on my bed
I scribe the stories in my head
My phone, tablet, laptop too
Occasionally, while on the loo!
But to have a space that’s truly mine
Now that would simply be divine!
And I tweeted my writer space photos to @Sacha_Black too, tagging #writespiration
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