From The Gutter
This piece originated as a submission for a flash fiction project that ended up on the cutting room floor. The challenge was to write a piece that was exactly 50 words in length, the theme being "revival." It was requested that a photo be submitted along with the writing, and I think the visual aspect is what ended up bringing the whole thing together. Read it here.
No Idling
Nothing goes the way you want it to when you’re running late. It’s like being in a hurry actually slows you down more. Red lights last longer. Pedestrians walk slower. Police officers pull up slowly behind you, almost daring you to give them a reason to flick on the sirens.
Such was the case for Andy that morning. His eyes focused on the dashboard clock almost as much as they did on the road. He barely made the left hand turn into the parking lot before the light turned red, and his car slid into Space #13 at precisely 9:06am…21 minutes after the meeting started. He felt the officer’s gaze on him, but refused to make eye contact. Andy pulled his keys from the ignition, grabbed his messenger bag from the passenger seat and exited the car in a single fluid motion. It was truly a sight to behold, and Andy would have normally taken the time to be impressed by himself, but there was no time for that today. It really was a shame no one was around to see it. Continue reading...