“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.
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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:
glossarch 
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.
janet
Yes, I see what you mean. I changed the last line to suggest a hellish origin for the visitor.
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.
You’re correct, and I added a hint of brimstone to make it clearer!
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 . 😉
shalom,
Rochelle
No problem! I changed the last line to make things a bit clearer.
I like this one. You tied it up nicely in the end.