Before you are wowed by my amazing intellect let me warn you that two weekends ago HT went to a short writing workshop. Short because it was only three hours and because it was all about short fiction. HT is also short perhaps this is why short-shorts, flash, or quick fiction intrigues her so much. She has many other short features, personality speaking; short fuse, short attention, short memory, but enough about her instead prepare for my short story.
It is from a great word prompt. 10 sentences each sentence one word less than the last starting with 10 and ending with just one. I’m pretty proud of myself considering I made HT write it down while she was driving. That is until I realized her short fingers couldn’t handle a pen, paper and steering wheel at once.
This bitter earth is full of dirty and apathetic people. They walk around with their hands to their ears. Talking on the phone oblivious to what’s near. Watch your step you clodding, graceless fools. Don’t you see ants beneath you? Treat us with some respect. Otherwise you may regret. When uprisings ensue. Death. (to you- okay that is cheating
“Eliza, how can you put a happy face at the end of your little story that sounds like a bit from an old B horror movie!”
Who said anything about bees?