As I mentioned in my last post, I spent the weekend attending the Ozarks Creative Writers conference in Eureka Springs, AR. The conference featured several great speakers including Kevin Brockmeier, considered one of the best young authors in the south today.
To read an excellent recap of this event visit Staci Troilo’s site.
Every year they have a “surprise contest” that they announce during the opening remarks. The theme for this year’s contest was Witches Brew and the rules were the flash fiction story (100 words or less) must include the words “rainbow” and “pogo stick.”
Here is my entry, which happened to bring home 1st prize and $25 cash (which incidently was just enough to cover our tab at the cash bar before the banquet).
“Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart.” Brunhilda leaned toward the TV camera and flashed a picket-fence smile.
“Today, we’re cooking up something special for adult trick or treaters. I call it, Rainbow Amore’.” She let out a high-pitch cackle, her body bounced with laughter as if she were riding a pogo stick.
“And now for the secret ingredient.” She winked at the camera, plucked a couple hairs from her armpit, and sprinkled them into the boiling cauldron.
The studio audience groaned a collective, “Yuuuk!”
“Just a couple of sips,” said Brunhilda, “and you’ll become a best selling romance novelist.”
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