The Deal #Friday Fictioneers

“Hey! You called?”
I knocked again.  Still nothing.  Tested the door. Opened it.
Stepped inside.  Guy was propped up against the wall, clutching a bottle, staring right at me.  Whole place smelled like Mary Jane and old sweat.  Goddamn.
“You wanted something?”
“Yeah,” he said.  He glanced around the room.  “Make me, you know, great.  Spectacular.  Okay?”
“Not much to work with,” I said, taking in the studio.  “But you got yourself a deal, all right?”
No response.  Probably wouldn’t even remember me come morning, so I left just a hint of brimstone to remind him of my visit.


Turns out that writing flash fiction every week makes it a whole lot easier to write short snippets of text.  Scientific abstracts are now a snap: “only 150 words” means 50 extra words!  Yay!  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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7 Responses to The Deal #Friday Fictioneers

  1. Danny, maybe it’s because I’m reading this late (for me.) The narrator’s going to paint Guy (or do some sort of art), but I still feel I’m missing the point, the deal. The story’s well-written and I can imagine the setting but I’ve lost a bit of the story line.


  2. Tis true. Not quite enough to work with here, but I’d imagined it was a deal with the devil – and if so, just a change in the title will explain everything.

  3. Dear Danny,

    I hate to be the third one to say it but I’m a little lost. Mary Jane and sweat…that has my olfactories working overtime. I’d be lighting the incense…of course that’s why we used so much of it in the 60’s . 😉



  4. I like this one. You tied it up nicely in the end.

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