My fellow Fictioneer, Douglas MacIlroy, dubbed this week’s prompt “a writer’s paradise.” Id’ have to agree. If you can’t find something to write about from all the little cubbies in this picture (or outside the box itself), you should probably consider a different creative outlet.
The thing that struck me about the photo was the diversity that each piece brings to the collection as a whole. Every piece has its own personal story. They may be heartbreaking, spooky, funny, inspirational, or have historical significance.
If you are new to Friday Flash Fiction, the curator in charge of this museum of creativity is Prof. Tatum Wisoff-Fields. To learn how to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF “Collection of Authors” click here.
This year’s class picture was the froggiest of them all. Mark looked like a tadpole, Wanda a Hershey bar, and Alan a ventriloquist’s dummy. Their teacher, Mrs. Melba Dunlop-Silverstein, stood on the bottom step at the far right of the group photo. Look closely and you’ll see the end of a wooden ruler sticking out from behind her back.
The class clowns were in top form. Lester had his index finger stuck up his nose to the 2nd joint while Ronnie made an elaborate show of pulling his underwear out of his crack.
The chalkboard sign read Creative Writing 2013.
*This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to known bloggers is purely coincidental.
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