Flash Fiction
Interesting, kind of gross, visceral, and in that style of painted scenery I really like.
The repetition of the question and answer is great cadence and I enjoyed that the whole act of smoking another’s discarded cigarette is like kissing.
This is amazing. Funny, poignant, original.
Love the technique of the confused thought and decision.
How you do this every day is beyond me.
The vivid imagery using minimal verbiage, yet I am there. Thinking. Hearing. Watching. Listening.
Few words; but enough.
Another solid.
One of my faves. Put it in the book
Purple lipstick is MY COLOR! ;-) The intimacy of simply existing on this planet at the same time is staggering to me. I wish more people understood this.
nice snapshot - really liked it.
We know so much about Duncan from the initial action. Great storytelling with showing, not telling.
I feel like a voyeur but not a creeper way, more nostalgia with a twinge of sadness. Must be the colour of lipstick that did that. Nice job
Hey, are you the Jimmy Doom who used to hang out at Gus's in Royal Oak? I used to go there with my older brother, Gary. I love your writing.
Interesting, kind of gross, visceral, and in that style of painted scenery I really like.
The repetition of the question and answer is great cadence and I enjoyed that the whole act of smoking another’s discarded cigarette is like kissing.
This is amazing. Funny, poignant, original.
Love the technique of the confused thought and decision.
How you do this every day is beyond me.
The vivid imagery using minimal verbiage, yet I am there. Thinking. Hearing. Watching. Listening.
Few words; but enough.
Another solid.
One of my faves. Put it in the book
Purple lipstick is MY COLOR! ;-) The intimacy of simply existing on this planet at the same time is staggering to me. I wish more people understood this.
nice snapshot - really liked it.
We know so much about Duncan from the initial action. Great storytelling with showing, not telling.
I feel like a voyeur but not a creeper way, more nostalgia with a twinge of sadness. Must be the colour of lipstick that did that. Nice job
Hey, are you the Jimmy Doom who used to hang out at Gus's in Royal Oak? I used to go there with my older brother, Gary. I love your writing.