Teasing Little Snippet
Dec. 8th, 2010 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
n_wilkinsonOn occasion, the Torquere social group gives us an opportunity to write pieces of flash fiction, in lengths from 150 to 200 words. These are usually pre-empted with prompt words, three or so.
I decided to take part this time, because I was feeling muse-y. The prompt words were: trampline, lead, and violet
Talk about a challenge.
I thought I'd share that little flash fiction. Hopefully, it will prove to be of interest. *grins*
But I also had fun, so I think I'm definitely going to give this a try when it shows up again.
This is also a small reminder that Friday, I'll be hosting Torquere's livejournal. I'm also opening up Flash Fiction requests that day and I'll have a couple discussion posts with chances to win free copies of The Requiem of Janus, Monster, or The Finer Points of Thievery along with chances to win $5 gift certificates to either Amazon or Torquere Press' bookstore. Sound good?
I decided to take part this time, because I was feeling muse-y. The prompt words were: trampline, lead, and violet
Talk about a challenge.
I thought I'd share that little flash fiction. Hopefully, it will prove to be of interest. *grins*
Jason groaned, slogging out of sleep. It felt like someone had turned his skull into a trampoline for his nephew's entire Little League baseball team to jump on.
What did he drink last night?
With limbs that felt like lead, Jason crawled out from the covers and squinted at a bright morning, sunlight lancing through filmy, almost violet curtains that he did not recognize. Nor did he recognize the thick comforter, the lingering odor of Febreze... or the warmth that filled the other half of the bed.
He shifted his gaze and found the other pillow occupied by a head of curly, dark hair that Jason would know anywhere.
Keith.
A wonderfully nude Keith if the bared, bronze shoulders and sensation of bare legs brushing against Jason's were any indication.
Hazy memories surfaced, of shared drinks and a cocksure grin and enticing touches and a come hither look in Keith's smoky green eyes. A smile broke across Jason's face, chasing away the jumping adolescents on his skull, and he fought the urge to pump his fist in triumph.
There was definitely something to be said about taking chances, especially when they brought such good mornings as this.
I didn't win the contest, but I'm not disappointed. The winner was REALLY good and I think I could have done a lot better. I was really thrown by the prompt word "trampoline". It was like "how on Earth am I going to fit that in?" *laughs* What did he drink last night?
With limbs that felt like lead, Jason crawled out from the covers and squinted at a bright morning, sunlight lancing through filmy, almost violet curtains that he did not recognize. Nor did he recognize the thick comforter, the lingering odor of Febreze... or the warmth that filled the other half of the bed.
He shifted his gaze and found the other pillow occupied by a head of curly, dark hair that Jason would know anywhere.
Keith.
A wonderfully nude Keith if the bared, bronze shoulders and sensation of bare legs brushing against Jason's were any indication.
Hazy memories surfaced, of shared drinks and a cocksure grin and enticing touches and a come hither look in Keith's smoky green eyes. A smile broke across Jason's face, chasing away the jumping adolescents on his skull, and he fought the urge to pump his fist in triumph.
There was definitely something to be said about taking chances, especially when they brought such good mornings as this.
But I also had fun, so I think I'm definitely going to give this a try when it shows up again.
This is also a small reminder that Friday, I'll be hosting Torquere's livejournal. I'm also opening up Flash Fiction requests that day and I'll have a couple discussion posts with chances to win free copies of The Requiem of Janus, Monster, or The Finer Points of Thievery along with chances to win $5 gift certificates to either Amazon or Torquere Press' bookstore. Sound good?
