Postscript #Friday Fictioneers

I light an American Spirit and lean on the fence, tapping the first ash into the weeds.  My sun-browned arm, dust mixed with water set in motion for the allotted time, brings the cigarette back to my lips.

The house looks good. Needs a little plaster but the walls are  sound.  Can’t say why I care much anyway, it’s just mortar and adobe bricks stacked up in place for a few decades or so.  I think for a moment. The price of dust, figuratively speaking, is around thirty pieces of silver.  A done deal – no returns accepted.


I return after a week’s absence!  Superlative apologies for not being around last week – I was flying instruments on balloons over explosions meant to simulate volcanoes.  Has life ever been this good?  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:


About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace
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10 Responses to Postscript #Friday Fictioneers

  1. 30 pieces of silver

  2. Thirty pieces of silver and dust…over the top? On May 16, 2013 9:21 PM, “Karen Bailey-Bowman” wrote:

    > 30 pieces of silver >

  3. Dear Danny,
    I got hot and sweaty just reading. Nicely written and vivid.

    However, one bit of crit you might want to consider. “My sun browned arm…brings…” It feels as if the arm is acting on its own accord…disembodied, if you will. Wouldn’t you hold the cigarette between your fingers? Anyway, the line kind of took me out of the story as a whole.


  4. Glad to have you back, Danny. I enjoyed the story, but had trouble with the same line Rochelle mentioned above. Part of it is the way it’s written and part of it is that it’s such a long sentence that I took me away from the story line.


  5. Lily Mugford says:

    Sounds intriguing, “Thirty pieces of silver”… such a great metaphor…..

  6. Nice read, the end was really good…

  7. Sarah Ann says:

    ‘.. the price of dust …’ lovely. I really like his nonchalance.

  8. We really get into the mind of a character in such a short space…”can’t say I care…” and I like the “price of dust.” Great one!

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