Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
I got to use flash fiction in a practical situation the other night. I’ve been working on a web series. Writing as a team sport is an adjustment. (“What are you Dollar Store bitches doing in V.I.P.?” is a good line.) The other night we had an improv competition as an exercise. I was the only non-actor in the competition. I was paired with a beautiful, talented actress. She was nervous, at least in part, because her partner was not an actor. Before it was over, she said we were a good team, multiple times. By the time it was our turn, I took the prompt and had a sketch ready in my head. It was flash fiction in action. We won the competition. I impressed the actual actors. It was a lot of fun, and now, I want to act.
“Donnie was charismatic and wise…”
“Donnie didn’t believe in last names.”
“He wanted us to let the past go and embrace the future.”
“He was all about freedom.”
“… at first. Then, things got weird.”
“Donnie said last names were labels our parents put on us to show they owned us.”
“It was about freedom but his way.”
“The mall bombing scared people.”
“We were there for peace, love, and freedom, not to hurt people.”
“Cruel. He was jovial until you disagreed with him. Then he was cruel.”
“He preached freedom, but he was all about power.”
“Power through fear.”