I cooked turkey, roasted veggies, and made two pecan pies yesterday while watching a James Bond marathon–and even managed to do a little editing/revising–and my Thanksgiving doesn’t happen until Saturday. Because of in-law obligations and custody agreements, Saturday is only time when my family and friends can get together. It works well, the chaos is a bit lessened, and those who are so inclined can take full advantage of all that frantic shopping.
So, despite all the warm and cozy feelings of the season, likely brought on by copious amounts of food and drink, I went to dystopia for today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. What can I say? Dystopia is my go-to genre for short fiction. Don’t know why, but it works for me. I suppose it’s because sustaining dystopia for novel-length fiction is difficult (believe me, I’ve tried), and for me short fiction can handle all the angst dystopia implies. Today’s story is “Puzzle Pieces,” inspired by a great photo by long-time Friday Fictioneer Ted Strutz. The perspective on this amazingly composed photo seems to push toward infinity, and is it a lakeside restaurant or the dining car of a train crossing a bridge? Frankly, it can be anything you want when you write fiction, and it was certainly inspiring today.
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