Well, this Friday Fictioneers arrived much less painfully than the last one. So at least there’s that solace I can have as I share this one with all of you. On the other hand, I’ve been working and writing and reading and doing all other number of ungodly things pretty much nonstop and neglecting various other human interactions that I’d rather not neglect. Buuuut I have stuff to do. Like post this Friday Fictioneers. Hooray! Priorities!
Title: Metal and Vinyl
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 112
I have some time, I realize. The school bus won’t be dragging me back to high school for a few more minutes. I slip away from the sounds of the chugging street and stare into the neighbor’s window.
There it is. A Nirvana of plated metal and vinyl. Even when it’s quiet, I can hear the music. It’s the place where I go in my daydreams in math class. In every class.
I pull away from the window, my hands leaving prints on the glass. Someday, I think as I hear the bus cough its way down the road to the street corner. Someday I’ll have a musical laboratory just like that.
I think my constant faffing with Five Sentence Fiction is starting to change how I write these. Namely, I’ve been echewing dialogue for more emotionally and sentimental-filled sweeping generalizations about life. It’s either that or whenever I start belting out the dialogue I end up talking about children enjoying their lives and messing around with seemingly innocent things. And I just can’t have all that FUN, now can I?!
No, I probably can.
Good luck, you braver writer folk!