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It's a long weekend here in Canada, for the May 24th holiday, Victoria Day. The weekend is the one on or before the 24th, so it's a little early this year. Some of us call it the 2-4 weekend, both for the date and the practice of buying a case of 24 beer for the cottage get-together. Out west, where they didn't have cases of 24, it is just called May-Long. Like a place in Cambodia. Complete with the distant sound of fireworks tonight. Like a warzone.
Still off and on vertigo this week, but I had another good physio session, and have also made an eye appointment to address some fuzzy/double vision issues. And it's getting warmer out, so more strolling the hood and lounging at a sidewalk cafe with coffee and a book. And making an appointment to get snow-tires off. In the meantime, I have tried to keep at writerly tasks.
For this week, the Flash Fiction challenge was to select at random 3 out of 9 quirky phrases, and use them in a 1000 word story. I got creepy train, sympathetic mobster, and absent-minded surgeon. I was almost done last night, but happy hour at my local, Grey's Anatomy re-runs, and a physio appointment all got in the way. I like the way this story unfolded, though. Just under the 1000 word limit.
That's often my process, especially for my weekly Flash Fiction stories, due every Friday. I do get them done, but should probably add to the list Promise - that next time I'll get at it sooner. Or not. This week I had an outline Friday Morning and a few hours later was lucky enough to have a story. Doesn't always work that well.
And Ientered acontest.