Every Wednesday Rodin Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page.
I’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
I had some great editing challenges this week, and I’m kicking myself for not saving them for those who like to see the progression.
“Sorry. Haven’t seen them since Tuesday,” The son says.
“Any idea when they’ll be back?” Detective asks.
“Nah. They’re retired. Always going places.” Son washes hands thoroughly.
“Did they say where they’re going?” Detective scribbles.
“Not usually.” Son wipes hands on apron.
Detective leans closely. “What’s this?”
“Soapstone.” Detective scribbles more.
Son precisely arranges hammers, chisels.
“That’s them. I’m sculpting my parents .”
“Nice. So, you’ll call me if you hear from them?”
Detective leaves. Son sits, a drastic grin, exhales. Then, fist tight, he punches the table.
One chisel is gone.
Detective hurries to his car, pocket slightly heavier.