Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Reluctantly, He Handed Over The Key



Okay, Elly I accept your challenge. No, you really didn't make a challenge, but I accept it anyway...

On Ellora Bennett's blog, she did a ten-minute exercise in writing. I thought I'd try the same thing, although I took at least eleven minutes because I type so slowly...

It all begins with a random phrase, in this case: Reluctantly, he handed over the key. From there, you write a little part of a story using that as a catalyst. Here's what I came up with...



Reluctantly, he handed over the key.

"I guess I'm stuck here for a while," Frank said without a smile.

"You're lucky we had an alternator for your car. We can't carry a whole lot of spares in a small shop like this. And the nearest dealer is about 60 miles from here."

"I suppose. It's just that I was hoping to make Flagstaff tonight."

"Well, you still might. Won't take too long to put it in," replied the mechanic looking back into the bay.

"Thanks."

"You know, there's a little diner just down the street. It's as good of a place as any to wait. Not much else in this town to do."

Frank nodded, and then looked down the street to a small sign that read, "Good Eats". If anything promised a gastronomic delight, that wouldn't be it.

As he walked, he noticed all the old buildings. No, there wasn't much else in this town. Hardly any traffic to speak of. Some of the shops were closed, and all the stores had windows covered with the desert's yellow dust. The heat rolled up from the pavement, right through his shoes, making him hope the diner at least had air conditioning and something wet and cold.

He opened the door and walked in, spying a few customers scattered in the booths. He took a seat at the counter and looked around for a waitress. He felt the eyes of the other customers watching him. They must not get too many visitors here, he thought.

After a minute or so, a woman came out of the back, tall and thin, wearing a white uniform, and shouted to him, "Be right with you."

He wasn't sure why, but she seemed oddly familiar. He couldn't imagine how. He had never been in this town before, and the longer he looked at her, the more he wished he wasn't there now.



Okay, it's not as exciting as Elly's, but it could still work into something more. Maybe you can give it a try yourself!


© 2012 K. R. Smith

2 comments:

  1. Love it! Gorgeous descriptions, it's amazing what can be done in ten minutes. It's also astonishing how different our flash fictions are! I'd like to read more of these :)

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