Friday Flash #2- Biting the Dust (via Paper Hangover)

Song of the Day: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted by Jimmy Ruffin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vf3ZE7CLg0


    Hello all! I usually don't blog on Fridays, but I'm going to start. My awesome adopted sis Pam Harris is part of a cool new blog called The Paper Hangover (seriously, go follow them they are an amazing group of writers!) Every Friday they'll host "Flash Fiction Friday," where they give you a prompt and you write a story in 300 words or less. I'll be participating every Friday because I'm pretty much in love with flash fiction! The prompt today is: In 300 words or less, write a story beginning with the cliche, "Another one bites the dust." If you want to try it out just click the link above to visit the blog! Here's my flash piece:




   Another one bites the dust. Hell, I hope he turns into dust for what he's done to me. That should be a rule. People who break hearts must be turned into dust. I'm willing to bet people would think twice before they decided to hold a heart.


   If the prospect of turning to dust was hovering over Jeremy, he would've been more careful with my heart. He wouldn't have held it in his hand if he was already holding Zoe's. It would've been too risky. Afterall, holding two hearts in one hand is more dangerous than holding just one. You're more prone to dropping one and breaking it. There's also the risk of dropping and breaking both.

   Jeremy dropped both hearts but only broke one. Zoe's heart had only cracked. Jeremy was swift in picking it up, this time holding it in both hands. He kissed it, whispered how much he loved it and sang songs about being sorry to it. He was more careful, never removing either hand, which meant there was no picking up mine. He left mine on the floor, too many scattered pieces. It was too broken to be worth saving.

   So I picked up the pieces myself, since he would not. I did a decent job, but because it had been shattered so much, it was impossible to find all the pieces. Some of them had been crushed together so that they looked like dust. Those would have to be swept up in the dust pan and thrown in the trash.

Hope you liked it! Check back next Friday for another one! Will you be participating?

4 comments:

Marquita Hockaday said... .

I will def. be participating again :D I think this is so much fun! And your flash fiction piece is amazing! I felt the emotion here and immediately HATED Jeremy. Great job!

March 18, 2011 at 11:33 AM
Holly Dodson said... .

Your story is really great! Thanks for participating. :)

March 18, 2011 at 11:59 AM
blueeyedadri said... .

Wow, Racquel. That goes to show you can tell so much in just 300 words. I loved it.
The heart metaphor was awesome.

March 18, 2011 at 12:23 PM
Pam Harris said... .

Um, whoa! You knocked this prompt out of the park! I feel like such an amateur. :)

March 18, 2011 at 3:24 PM

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