Writers Victoria Flash Fiction 2021 – Part One

Writers Victoria is back with its third flash fiction competition. This year, the theme is ‘Unfold’. For 30 days, they will post a single-word prompt and entrants write up to 30 words in response.

Here are my first 10 stories.

April 1 Crease

A falcon circled above a crease in the landscape. Binoculars trained, the detective traced the creek to where she lay face down, a dark brown stain on her cerulean top.

April 2 Develop

Black smudges loom on the horizon promising a chaser’s dream. Anton accelerates, willing the tempest to develop. Another bust will ruin him.
He parks, hands clammy, camera ready.
Lightning strikes.

April 3 Segmentation

Best efforts failed; business and pleasure refused to segment.
A feather touch lingered a beat too long.
Legs brushed under the conference table.
They worked back late.
Two became one.

April 4 Blossom

Cigarette butts littered the ground, prolific as spent blossom. Each a conduit for emphysema, the thief that stole her grandpa before she had the chance to know him.

April 5 Hands

He eyed the crowd. There. The woman with the Armani scarf.
They collided. ‘I’m sorry. I—’
She waved him away, not noticing his fingers snake into her handbag.

April 6 Illuminate

She waited in the shadows, gripping cold metal.
A rustle betrayed the rose thief, his antlers majestic in the moonlight.
She aimed, animal activism battling pragmatism.
Bang!
Blood gushed.

April 7 Crumple

The publisher’s stark rejection mocked her from her screen.
If the missive were on paper, she’d crumple it and flush it down the toilet.
Slumping lower, she pressed delete.

April 8 Renew

‘Where am I?’
The whitecoat sighed. ‘Hospital. You have Global Transient Amnesia.’
‘Why am I wearing a mask?’
‘Because of Covid.’
‘What’s Covid?
Renew.
‘Where am I?’
The whitecoat sighed.

April 9 Open

She ended the call.
‘That self-righteous, narrow-minded b*tch!’
A disembodied voice said, ‘I can hear you.’
Bile rose in her throat. She’d left the line open.

April 10 Pop

Sun-kissed flesh spilled from denim shorts as she popped the ute’s bonnet.
His eyes devoured her cleavage. ‘Need help?’
Hooooonk!
He swerved, blinking, the mirage vanishing into the Nullabor heat.

Next time: Writers Victoria Flash Fiction 2021 – Part Two … teaser, I was the daily winner for Day 13!