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So Raven Pendrax on Google Plus had a wonderful idea last week. Twitter-sized fiction. You can read about it Here.

Her idea was simple. Flash Fiction in one-hundred forty words or less. Her prompt was even more interesting. Cow Spit. So, I attempted it and here is the result.


                                                                  It's What's For Dinner

We sat on cracked green vinyl chairs. I picked at the stuffing. Our scratched dining table seemed so tall. I remember my father setting our plates in front of us.

"It looks like tongue. What are the bumps?" I poked the blob with my fork. It jiggled.

"Just try it." I could tell by his tone that my dad was already frustrated. I stuck a tiny bit on my fork and brought it to my mouth. I tried to chew it the rubber bouncing around my mouth. I swallowed to get rid of it faster.

"You ate cow spit, did it taste like grass? You've got cow germs." My little brother couldn't resist making it much worse. I felt the rise in my stomach and darted for the bathroom even as his childish laughter trailed behind me.

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Monday, May 5, 2014

Twitter-sized fiction via Raven Pendrax

So Raven Pendrax on Google Plus had a wonderful idea last week. Twitter-sized fiction. You can read about it Here.

Her idea was simple. Flash Fiction in one-hundred forty words or less. Her prompt was even more interesting. Cow Spit. So, I attempted it and here is the result.


                                                                  It's What's For Dinner

We sat on cracked green vinyl chairs. I picked at the stuffing. Our scratched dining table seemed so tall. I remember my father setting our plates in front of us.

"It looks like tongue. What are the bumps?" I poked the blob with my fork. It jiggled.

"Just try it." I could tell by his tone that my dad was already frustrated. I stuck a tiny bit on my fork and brought it to my mouth. I tried to chew it the rubber bouncing around my mouth. I swallowed to get rid of it faster.

"You ate cow spit, did it taste like grass? You've got cow germs." My little brother couldn't resist making it much worse. I felt the rise in my stomach and darted for the bathroom even as his childish laughter trailed behind me.

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