The strangest thing is how natural this all comes now, he thought as he considered the red splash of geraniums in the courtyard. See how I’ve set the table beside me, he said to himself. It’s as if the place settings are a field of battle: each regiment of forks, spoons, napkins, plates perfectly aligned against the enemy opposite them. And the clothes. See how well I wear them as I pause before the guests arrive. Look around you. See how I’ve written my life in black and white: a broken record, playing broken, and loud.
I’ve joined the Twittersphere as @glossarch! Follow me, I promise I won’t lead you astray. As for the story above, it’s based on a poem I coauthored with my friend Jay Reidy. That last line is based off a brilliant edit he made to my original version. Maybe I’ll post the poem someday. 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: