“Oh my god, look at those cuticles. Your nails need help, Larry.”
“Hush, Violet. This isn’t about my nails. Worry about your own nails.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s with the tiny quill pen. Miniature calligraphy?”
“My long suffering wife, you know my handwriting sucks.”
“Then what’s up, dearest but daffy husband?”
“Hand me the itsy-bitsy inkwell, will you?”
“Sure, but you didn’t answer my question.”
“I think my fingers are cramping.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t shout. You’ll break my concentration.”
“Ha, it’s been broken for…”
“I know what you’re going to say.”
“You know how I’m always saying I want to write this epic novel.”
“Right, and six years later, no novel.”
“Agreed with chagrin. I’ve finally realized that I can’t go from nothing to epic.”
“So you decided to start small. This is a bit literal isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I just finished my first small project. Want me to read it to you?”
“I’d be delighted. Let me get my coffee first.”
I wrote this for the FFfAW Challenge of the Week of March 6, 2018 hosted by Priceless Joy. The idea is to use the image above to inspire the creation of a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words long. My word count is 165.
Yes, the first thing I noticed was the condition of the cuticle on the writer’s thumb and how the nail was cut (not dissimilar to my own) and only then the tiny quill pen. I decided to let the literal describe the state of many of us in the blogosphere, authors with grand dreams desperately trying to crawl off the drawing board or the sheet of paper.
You have to start somewhere and often that somewhere is a very small place.
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.