Here are some more fantastic examples of the Flash Fiction task from the Creative Writing classes here at WMC (click here for course info)
Waiting. I’m waiting. Always waiting.
The automated, robot voice on the end of the phone explains its dizzying array of options.
I’m waiting for my details to pop up on the monitor of a remote, invisible, call worker who just wants to go home.
I’m waiting to hear my personal details read back to confirm who I am.
Yes, I am me.
Twenty minutes later, the monotone, script-reading voice, finally asks for my payment details.
I’m going for a coffee I tell him.
He can wait for me.
It was that time in the festivities when bad dancing was rife on the dance floor. Perched on a spindly chair, I sipped at my cocktail. He loomed over me, red faced, swaying wet lipped:
“Wan’ dance?” he said extending a plump, pink hand.
“Rubbish dancer,” I said through gritted teeth. His hand descended, grasping my arm, forcefully lifting me, simultaneously spilling my drink and overturning the table.
“Oops!” he said. Now level with his chins and about to let fly with some righteous indignation, I suddenly registered his identity and saw over his shoulder, huddled in a corner in a froth of white netting and sobbing, the Bride.
He smiled at me from platform 3, then the 10.30 Express passed and he was gone.
White dress and veil. Black suit. Ring. ‘I don’t,’ he said.
After the first day of the Creative Writing course she saw a light in her future. She was changing into a beautiful butterfly and flying into the sky.
Vincy Kam Wai Lau