Beneath the surface of my life I am paddling like mad trying to keep up. One of my targets was to submit short stories to a number of anthologies, and I have done one, and identified two more. I ended up abandoning another one with the deadline of last weekend; I just couldn’t fit everything in – and that wasn’t helped by getting over a bad cold. And the A to Z looms.
I know I usually give you a longer flash on Fridays, but this week it’s the Fiction in Fifty words, hosted by Rebecca Douglass. You can join in and sign up here, then add your post (with your fifty word story to the theme provided each month) to comments on the monthly one on her blog. Then we can all come and read everyone else’s. 🙂
Beneath the Surface
She double-checked: her make-up would pass the flashlights. Time to leave.
She swept along the carpet, smirking her trademark disdain, working the ankles hard not to bob or sway.
Only complete calm would maintain her poise, her reputation.
And of course, she wore Prada, as the bargain demanded.
© J M Pett 2018