If you read this blog regularly, you know I’m a big fan of the 100-word flash fiction model. It creates a structure that imposes discipline, as does the sonnet. There are rules. My process is to keep a tight leash on my sentences but not self-edit much in the draft phase. The fun comes when I do a word count and have to start paring down, replacing, refining.
There is an effort to collect 100-word stories on this site, 100 Word Story.
I got started with Loren Eaton’s Advent Ghosts. This Halloween story, “Treasure,” is for my friend Eric Douglas. I like what Eric says, “(T)his particular brand of flash fiction is telling a complete story in 100 words. Not more. Not less. It can be a lot of fun. And it can also be challenging. Sometimes what is most important is what is left unsaid.”
I will share Eric’s full Halloween 2015 round-up on Esse Diem on or after Friday, October 30.
I hope you enjoy my story. I’ve always been fascinated with how simple curiosity can morph into obsession and losing touch with reality.
I’ll leave the rest unsaid.
It was a place to hide treasures. How what she considered “treasure” changed, she couldn’t remember.
Things from the woods behind the house, the path to school. First leaves or seeds, but soon feathers. What once had a heartbeat. Claws, then tails, whatever could be preserved. That Halloween, the treasures were recent.
“Who’s next?” Seth held a flashlight under his face in the dark.
He passed her treasure box to the left, and Jeff shivered. “I’ll go.”
Then, “EW! I know that’s just spaghetti in there! That’s worse than the peeled grape eyeballs!”
No, she thought. It’s so much better.