Sunday Flash Fiction Special #3
Each Sunday in April, I’m posting a piece of 100-word flash fiction I wrote for a Janet Reid writing contest (see HERE for the full explanation). Here’s this week’s:
(January 19, 2012)
Must include: Red, Fold, Chaos, Bent, Chasm
My entry:
I pushed open the familiar red door of the betting shop.
“The last time,” I told myself as I stood in line. I re-read my tip. Ten-to-one odds. I pulled out my bill fold—the last remains of the empty chasm that is my bank account.
“You’re bent on self-destruction,” my wife had told me when she walked out. Ten-to-one odds on fixing the chaos of my life.
“The last time,” I muttered, approaching the counter.
“Which horse, Steve?” said the bookie.
“The two-thirty,” I said pushing the last of my savings toward him. “All that on The Last Time.”
See you tomorrow for my “R” story…
A-ha! I see what you did there. Making the reader think he was going in for his last time when he was repeating the horse’s name. Clever.
Thanks, Patricia. I like it when I can pull off that kind of reader misdirection. I’m sneaky like that. 😉