Well, bless my soul . . .

. . . Would you look at that!

I've really been enjoying discovering and participating in this flash fiction phenomenon. I never knew anything about it until L introduced me. I've been posting my entries here on my blog along with the sites on which they're posted. Last week I only entered one contest but JenDAuthor's Friday Picture Show, always a fun one, turned out to be lucky for me. :-)

I won! (That's me you see there with a previously unused horn belonging to myself, which I am currently blowing.)

The results are posted and Jen - the judge for last week - had a lovely little review for me that I've read a couple (dozen) times. I must say, though, I didn't envy her her job as all the entries were well done. I wasn't the only winner. There were also four others which were just wonderful!

So the inevitable next question then is this: what do you win?
Bragging rights. (reads aforementioned horn tooting) Check!
Congratulations via twitter. (*blushes*) Check!
But best of all . . . drum-roll please! . . . I get to be judge for this week's Friday Picture Show!

I am so looking forward to it and am looking forward to seeing some great entries! Hopefully I'll see yours there!

Friday Picture Show 4-27-12

It was nothing but child’s play, meant to scare, yes, but not to harm. And she was frightened, but also exhilarated beyond measure. The tie was a farce, a mere representation. A small tug and she’d be free. No effort at all really, but she didn’t make it, refused to try. The rush in her skill, the galloping of her heart, the bright, no, blinding light in her eyes, and the prickle on her skin telling her they could see her, that they were all watching – it was too much. It was not enough. An actress was born this day.

Failing at Friday Picture Show 4-13-12

So apparently Friday the 13th isn't my lucky day. I had my entry for the Friday Picture Show all written  and, between kids and . . . more kids, I forgot to post it.

Yes. Yes, I am an idiot.

I'm angry at myself, too, because this week's prize was a chance to have the winner's entry published in Haunted Waters Press's online literary publication.

Oh well. Here's my entry anyway.

The theme was all about what has been left behind. The picture prompt:

Time stopped. Anxiety clutched at her chest. Breathing became difficult. What should she do now?  This wasn’t in the plan. Wait. What was the plan? Status quo. Maintain. That’s always been the plan. But shouldn’t she want to move forward? But that meant abandoning the past.

She chewed her cheek. The past. Hmm. Past. Passed. As in, over, not coming back. She was moving forward whether she wanted to or not.

Leah looked at Roger, down on one knee in front of her, ring box open in his hand. He was awaiting her answer.

“Yes,” she smiled. “I’ll marry you.”