…ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!
Exactly one hundred English words – remit met, mission accomplished.
A mere smear of short story, a literature in miniature, a fleeting of fiction.
I am giddy in my 100 word hubris – I dream fame for my flash-fiction, imagine professional success, a regular column in a weekend national, a steady income for writing. Sold out fold out, international filler, syndicated, vindicated, a meme beaming out virally into an endless network of recognition, a cyber celeb,
and known in print, media-whore, desperate.
I think I’ll approach Short Tale Shrew in exactly 100 words.
See what they think.