Good News, Bad News
The bad news:
It seems terrible that I only recently found out about this contest, and even more so that I am posting this information right before the event closes.
The good News:
Jason Evans, and he wife Aine, provide regular opportunities to participate in such contests. If you would like to know more about their site and their work, please click here: The Clarity of Night.
The current event is using the above photograph as a prompt for writing a short fiction piece of no more than 250 words. This is the first time I have ever entered my work to be 'judged'. So far, it has been a great experience. I encourage you, if you haven't ever considered this as an option, to check out Jason's blog. I don't think you will be disappointed.
The following is my entry:
The following is my entry:
Out On A Limb by J.C. Montgomery
With each gust, I am shaken. Not roughly mind you, but just enough to remind me that my tenuous hold upon this branch grows weaker with each passing hour. I am scared. I want down. Why can no one hear my cries for help?
Below me, children scamper amidst the leaf piles. Their father has worked all morning to gather up the debris, and if the wind were not enough to undo all his hard work, he now has to contend with the possibility of a careless tumble undoing hours of persistent raking. Why can they not hear me?
Usually I am quite fond of my solitude. On any given day you can find me curled up on the couch, or entrenched firmly between king sized pillows, always alone, and always happy. I rarely venture out of my self-imposed cocoon, but today was the first sunny day we’ve had since the last snow. Why did I do it? Why?
I was sitting by the window, warming myself with memories of summer when I saw them. They were sitting on a branch not far from where I am now. It was a whim I could not control. They scattered when they spied me coming, taunting me as they fled. And now, I’m here, alone and unsure of what to do next. What was I thinking? How did I manage?
Someone help me, please. I try to say it loudly, hoping someone can hear.
“Meeoooow!”
Please hear me. Please save me. Please!
