No, I did not take home the gold, aka 1st prize. (nor 2nd or 3rd for that matter)
But then, that was never my goal - I aimed to read one of my Flash Fiction pieces in public and that is what I did.
I was the second of ten readers - not the best "impact" position, however, I was happy with my read and with the reaction to it.
Alas, it was not a funny piece and it appears, well at least on this particular day, humour took home the gold.
Whereby Mommy Dearest advised, "Ja, da next time you make dem laugh because you are da funny one."
I read this piece titled "A Few More Minutes". (added here for your perusal - please enjoy)
Ches looked out the window and wondered how far a drop it was. His meds were wearing off and the doctor wouldn’t refill his prescription until the end of the day.
He damned himself for doubling up the dose but he loved the places they took him to, and lately he wanted to be there all the time.
Voices called to him from outside the window. This time he opened the small lower portion and stuck his head out. All Ches could see was the fire escape ladder.
His window was right below the top landing, not within arm’s reach of anything. If there was a fire he would have to jump to the lower landing.
Looking down at it he had the oddest sensation the landing was moving upward, coming closer and closer to him.
He pried open the window as far as it would go and inched his body out. When the metal landing was within reach he thrust his hands toward it and slid out of the window headlong down the building.
Looks like the landing hadn’t moved after all.
Ches lay in a heap unable to move, his eyes darting in every direction as he watched twisted limbs poke through the decaying wall, trying to grab him.
Slithering charred bodies inched their way up and down the building toward him.
No one had seen Ches fall, or even heard the thud. Seems his number was finally up.
Or not, as the fire escape door creaked open releasing a faint, whimpering voice that filled the air with suffocating heaviness. It came closer and closer to his face then the voice was upon him, pleading in his ear.
Help me Daddy, help me.
The thunderous screeching of train wheels, grinding to an emergency stop, now pierced his ears and bore a hole in his skull.
Ches tried to reach up and cover his ears, no chance, his arms were laying there, off to the side, totally detached from his body. Though he saw no blood he knew they were his arms. The tattoos were the giveaway.
And, when did he get that big rat tattoo? he wondered as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Voices came and went, and light soon faded to dark. All around the air grew rancid, putrid bile clinging to unwashed hair.
Ches opened his eyes to see his legs walking away from him, all that was left was a blob that was his dismembered body.
He called out, and laughed at what he heard. He cawed, a piercing cry, as he tried to scare off the other crows trying to take his kill.
Who’s been killed? he wondered, as he laughed and cawed again. He watched as crows started ripping his chest apart. Pecking furiously at his breastbone, pulling back more flesh.
With great effort he rolled his armless, legless blob of a body over. Now, face down he looked through the sewer grate in the street where he had fallen.
Peering back were bloodied, scab riddled, vacant faces, jeering. Some poked long glass shards at his eyes.
One oozing, bloodshot eyeball now hung loose alongside his nose. Lifting, and shaking his head from side to side he watched it like a hypnotist’s pendant.
The pleading voice still echoing in his head. Daddy, Daddy.
His heartbeat faded, his remaining eye closed. The cawing grew muffled and the shards disappeared.
Slowly, his breathing grew rhythmic.
"Looks like we got to him in time. A few more minutes and he’d’ave been a goner."
"Maybe that’a been for the best. They say his wife and kid never had a chance. He should’ve died with them, ‘cause what he’s doing sure ain’t living.”
There you have it.
Now, my seriously excellent buddy, Gerry, gave me this feedback, “You’ll need more meat on the bone if you expect the average dude to get it.”
Well, there will be no more meat - and that’s that.
On to other things...
I was in Montreal, Quebec the other day and here are some shots of that little adventure.
Dare I say... what a beautiful city; very European, and definitely worth a second trip.
|Must start any vacation in the right frame of mind.. and body.|
|Walk to the top of Mont-Royal, seems I wasn't alone in that idea.|
|The view... okay, worth the hike!|
|A tad disappointed with this "tourist attraction" considering all the hype!|
|What goes up must come down! |
|Check out the bike rack! In the University area.|
|It's the staircase that got me. You too?|
|Young love - immortalized.|
|The things some aliens will do to get in my shots - tentacles galore!|
|Museum of Fine Art - Pompeii Exhibit. Oh yeah!!|
|Yes, I took this photo. What can I say, I'm into all things cheeky!|
|The end of my POMPEII pics.|
(A billion more, but I know there's a limit, eh!)
|Lots of churches in Montreal... I mean lots.|
|The Big One - Basilica Notre-Dame. |
(I've seen bigger in Germany, but hey, this was pretty impressive.)
|Yes, I took this - don't know how it looks like I pinched if from some 1940s movie though.|
|When under construction, buildings are under wraps - fake exterior wraps.|
The wind picked up and whipped it around.
|One of many historical streets in Old Montreal.|
|Chatting it up with a couple of solid gals.|
|A touch of times gone by.|
Time really does drift on... so stop and drink in the beauty around you.