Welcome to March, everyone! Yesterday’s post had me talking a lot about being in a funk, suffering an overall lack of inspiration, but I have the whole day (and some Friday afternoon Zoup! to help me feel better. Plus? Only a five hour shift on a Saturday tomorrow. That’s virtually unheard of, and will revel in the time I have tomorrow morning to read some good books and maybe even (gasp!) write!
I’m not quite sure what I think of this new format for WordPress and making posts. Like all things new, it’s a little burdensome and I miss the old style, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I notice the edit is still in the style….does anyone know how to make that new Quick Post function HTML script? Because I have to write HTML. It’s too weird for me to use fancy gadgets to do my coding for me. Anyway….now is not the time for WordPress talk, however. It is the time for Flash Fiction Friday! Below, you will find a picture-prompt from the fabulous Five Minute Getaway, and you’ll find my attempt to spit out a five-minute-or-so flash fiction to accompany it! Feel free to write up your own and share it as you please, too! One of these days, I might even get around to reading it like I always plan to but, somehow, never seem to have enough time. But it’s good to challenge ourselves and who knows what might come out of it? Let’s get to the fiction!
Every so often, you had to stop for a moment a realize how beautiful the whole world was. Below us, as we drifted in our bright red balloon, the land had pulled over a white blanket of snow, the occasional pirckle of a tree sticking out of it. The winds, however, prevented you from looking for too long, because they’d blow so fiercely and your whole vision would be obscured with just bright, freezing white. That in itself was beautiful, and I just couldn’t help being fascinated by it, pausing to appreciate the beauty.
The others didn’t appreciate me pausing, though. “Violet!” Heinrich shouted. “Wake up! Grab the rope! We’re going to blow straight into this cliff if everyone keeps drifting off like this!”
“Sorry,” I muttered, reaching for the rope and pulling it down to help balance the balloon, while Heinrich, sweating despite the cold, worked hard to keep the fire going. The wind kept trying to blow it out, and I leaned heavily on the rope, watching him sullenly now, wondering if we were going to get out of this.
“If we get out of this alive,” said Scott, practically reading my mind, as he seemed so capable of doing at time, “remind us never to let you navigate for us again, Heinrich.”
A little Around the World in 80 Days-ish. I might feel tempted to pull this into a full length story. Lost by balloon! Crazy adventures! Always fun.
Thanks for reading and, as always, happy writing!
Oh, and I nearly forgot! I’d like to thank Balance Through the Lens for subscribing to the blog! She has a wonderful photography sight with some pretty inspiring posts to go along with her pictures, so check her out if you get the chance!