Our 2018 - Week 18 Winner is ...
Another week already!? This year seems to be slipping by.
I wanted to thank everyone who participated, and look forward to more stories to com.
One of the things I love in flash fiction is looking at the picture and trying to come up with something other than the obvious, or using the obvious to deliver a message that steps beyond the picture (or in my case perhaps a bit of humor or horror... or even humorous horror...
In both cases this week, our competitors found something unexpected.
Mark, unfortunately, many people do not get irony. (like Marissa in your story) It reminded me of the mouse a friend pet sat (the mouse wasn't originally the pet, he was a feeder mouse for a sntake who had taken ill. The mouse developed an attitude, standing in front of the glass, challenging all comers. "Hey, if he won't eat me... what do I have to fear!?"
Mil Ana, This was a little unsettling. Being a computer programmer, I will joke about becoming allergic to the sun... but to actually get another perspective, to become a lowly worm and still hold your faculties... That is horror.
These stories were more about thought and emotion and each gave me something to think about.
As always well done, and unfortunately- there can only be one winner.
Today's winner is Mark Morris - you gave a very nice peek into a relationship that speaks volumes by what they care about and you did it with a subtle sardonic bite.
The Winning Story:
“I think he’s pining. He’s not eaten a thing for days.”
“Pining? Is that a thing lizards do?” Marissa turned away, no longer interested. She pulled her phone from her bag and studied her face, using its camera app as a mirror.
“Well, his buddy died a week ago. What would you do if I died?”
She shrugged. “Mmm…I don’t know. Maybe I would just be glad I was alive.” She took a lipstick out and applied it, flexed her lips to achieve the optimum lines and then rolled them together into a smile. “Maybe I’d eat your remains. Is THAT a thing lizards do? Or is that fish?”
“It’s geckos. Gregory’s a gecko. How many times do I have to say? And yes, if they’re stressed or hungry. Hamilton was on a moult or at least that was what I’d thought. I wasn’t expecting to find him dead in his bowl. Gregory was on his rock, the one near the heat lamp, so I don’t know if he knew. Of course, he’d miss him eventually. His vivarium’s not that large – you know I wanted to buy them a new one. A bigger one.”
“Yeah, you said. I remember you saying something one time. I was looking to go to Cancun, pick up some early season sun. You said you needed to spend a thousand – is that right – and we had a huge fight. You never spoke for a month after I came back.”
“So, anyway. About what I said. Maybe I should buy him a friend. Someone for company. It can’t be much fun for him now – it’s a big tank for one on his own. You’d feel alone if you were him.”
Marissa turned, her eyes unreadable. “I’d thank you not to liken me to a lizard.” She sniffed, dropping her phone back into her bag. “They’re vile creatures – all scales, claws and black and white droppings. And the things they eat; everything alive and still hopping. They’re disgusting – I don’t know how you can feel any attachment to something so cold-blooded.”
Thank you all once again and stay tuned tomorrow for our next intallment of ATA Flash