Dear all,
One more competition entry I can now blog as the time period for selection has passed. This time it was flash fiction with a maximum word count of 250.
One more competition entry I can now blog as the time period for selection has passed. This time it was flash fiction with a maximum word count of 250.
The Bridport Prize (Flash Fiction)
Self Portrait
Damn this chair! I’m catching a layer of dirty air that overlays
a prismatic array of coloured mist across my face. That will not do!
The angle of my neck is impossible, I will
not lie, but the bulging veins and lizard skin are forcing my hand. That
will not do! Holding my shoulders back, high and wide with chin up and jutting jaw
stating my place in the world corrupts the mirror. The thinning blue tint of
the morning strangles me but the afternoon grey is too dark and ages unfairly. The
person I am is not being seen! This amalgam of oils cannot distill the tricks
this room is playing. That will not do! I want to be remembered for all the
dreams I had, to hell with life’s limitations and barricades. Shame on them! That
will not do! My eyes tell of other people’s failures and I am more than their
disappointments, more than the crooked eyebrows and sunken cheeks that rob me
of my influence… my passion must live on in black gold grandeur… but this room…
It will not do!
Have a great weekend,
R.G Rankine
