The first challenge for the Fourth Writers’ Platform Building Campaign is up and running! The games begin with a round of flash fiction that follows these guidelines:
My muse and I came up with “The Call” for my entry. Hope you enjoy the read!
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Shadows crept across the wall as the months passed without a word. Leaves of summer cast gray silhouettes against faded paint. Barren branches of winter cut through moonlight and slice through the windowpane. Then, delicate petals arrive in spring and leave gentle imprints on the back of an empty chair. It’s been more than a year since someone sat in that seat.
Every morning, she wondered if the answer she needed would finally come. They kept telling her there was nothing she could do, but wait. So, wait she did with her cup of tea. She poured another and placed it in the space beside her. The steam swirled and curled into the air until it eventually disappeared. Worry lines etched new pathways around her eyes and forehead as the minutes of another day slipped away.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
She stared at the wall and begged for today to be the day. Any news is better than none after so much time of maddening silence. Her tea grew cold as an early spring sun warmed the afternoon. Amid the fragrance of orange blossoms in the air, the phone rang and everything faded.
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