100-Word Flash Fiction
She mutters something about an iron. I tell her nobody minds a few wrinkles. “We need to go, ma’am.”
“Keep your britches on,” she snaps. A minute later here she comes, carrying this gi-normous coon
cat, a flask, and a golf club. “I’m
ready.”
Naturally, I get both arms tenderized wrassling ‘em into the
boat. Before I can untie, this big
ole snout rises out of the water. Old lady whacks it right between the eyes
with her nine iron.
She smoothes her dress. “We goin’ or what?”
I row, keeping a wary eye out. Who knew Texas had gators?
Over on Janet Reid's blog, she often has flash fiction contests. She gives five words (the ones in bold) that must be used in the story of no more than 100 words. It's amazing how many different stories can be conjured using those five words, especially since the words can be inside another word or split in half. Anyway, this was my story from last week, so I thought I'd share.
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