This is my first article as a Fictorian, and it’s a stretch for me. People who know me are aware that I tend to be, shall we say, overly appreciative of sesquipedalian verbage. To be concise, it’s hard for me to be concise.
Writing a short story in itself is a challenge for me. Shrinking one down to 55 words is more like an inquisition.
But it was fun. Here are two attempts to pull this challenge off. Hope you like them. Or one of them at least:
A gentle tug, then a yank.
Startled from a daydream, reflex takes over, and I knock over my beer as I jerk back on the pole.
“You got one?” Bob asks, jealousy in his tone.
I crank the reel. Nothing. It got away.
“No,” I reply. “But I had one.”
“Sure you did.” Bob smirks.
The alchemist toils behind his table.
Glass against glass, the gurgle of tinctures and potions. The power comes as much from the delicate twist and shake of the decanter, as from the elixir contained within.
I wait, licking my lips in anticipation as the concoction bubbles.
The alchemist presents it.
Ah… bourbon and coke.