I normally don’t post this early in the week.
It’s a common occurrence that I gather my jumbled thoughts, and then scramble those thoughts into some type of baffling composite; a non-linear word omelette, which I unleash in all it’s irrational, made-from-stuff-I-found-at-the-back-of-my-mental-fridge glory on a Friday.
Today, however, I have had one of my Drabbles (100 word short stories) published on The Drabble blog – so am extremely excited.
Well, getting some of my fiction published or noticed was the primary intention of becoming a blogger, that and attempting to become a freelance writer.
So, thank you The Drabble for choosing my work, it makes all the difference and inspires me to keep writing and submitting.
By Alex Munro
They flowed nebulously into the foyer, buffeted by the rain.
Stairs stretched out ahead, beckoning. Early – they sat in silence; gaze refusing to meet, eyes slid off of each other like snowflakes hitting a radiator.
Ushered in, they took their seats. The show began.
Stars stretched out in infinite grace; breathtaking and beautiful. The music swelled, mercurial and purposeful. Wonders swirled, a visceral balletic crescendo. The audience, except the couple, applauded.
Rising from their chairs; tenuous and vague, twin wisps of smoke. Conciliatory, hands clasped; momentarily tightening, then falling loose.
The space that she left could never be filled.