Saturday, January 28, 2012
Flash Fiction Challenge: Present Tense
From Chuck Wendig:
Write whatever you want. Whatever genre, whatever character, whatever story.
As long as it’s in the present tense.
Since I *love* writing in present tense and have to restrain myself from doing it all the time anyway, this was a treat:
Meltdown - SF - 200 words
Robbie's crying again. 'Hush,' I tell him. 'It's going to be okay.'
It's not, of course, but what else can I say?
We're down to this last half of the kitchen now, blankets on the floor. The walls are already losing their colour, becoming glutinous. It won't be long before my house is gone, become just another part of the slowly-swirling mass that used to be this street. This country. This world, for all I know.
If this is the end of days, maybe we're going somewhere finer. I would not call myself a God-fearing woman but I have done nobody any harm and I have loved my son. Doesn't that make me righteous?
Or maybe we're making way for a parallel universe, like they said on the TV before it stopped working. A new version of us will rise and take our place; a different version, a better version. Or was that just a science fiction show I used to watch?
Robbie's cries turn into coughs, bubbling thickly in his throat. I start to sing quietly, his favourite lullaby. It doesn't help.
I close my eyes and brush the hair back from his face. It's sticky.