Each week, Sacha Black challenges writers to pen a piece in 52 words. Exactly 52. You know I love micro fiction and you know I love a challenge. So, here are my entries for the February prompts:
Week: February 2
Prompt: Time / Stack / Juice / Pigeon (include all four words in the 52-word story)
He spent his lunch break stacking juice, cereal boxes, candy bars…pigeon-holed by his supervisors as a dim-witted stock boy. He would never make it to cashier never mind manager.
His position gave him time to think and, within two years, he was awarded the Nobel Prize for his work in quantum physics.
Week: February 8
Prompt: That moment you see your ex with their hot, new bit and you look like turd
I spotted him at the gas pump, a blonde in his car applying mascara.
Unshowered, clinging to a bottle of cheap vodka, I staggered over.
“See you’re hiring hookers,” I gestured to the blonde.
“They’re ‘escorts’. Pricey but worth it.” He grinned.
I smiled, reaching for my badge. “Baker? We got him.”
Week: February 15
Prompt: The Distance Between
When I was little, I wanted to visit the moon.
My mother laughed. My father explained the distance between the earth and the moon.
My grandparents said I was spoiled. Which had nothing to do with the moon, but they never missed a chance to say it.
My teacher told me about astronauts.
Week: February 23
Dinner for One
He sat across from me, leaning back, arms crossed. “Go to hell.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “Maybe I’ll see you there. But, for me, not today.”
“What’s that supposed…” he grabbed his throat, glaring at me.
“Don’t worry, love. The choking won’t last long. Your heart will give out before it becomes too uncomfortable.”