I had a piece of flash fiction published at a site called Suddenly and Without Warning. It’s a melancholy little piece about a guy returning to his hometown and seeing the changes.
It had been rejected twelve times since last July. I realize it’s not Pulitzer Prize material. I was getting ready to retire it (which, in my case, involves matches and a piece of paper). I got a lovely rejection letter from one place saying that while they weren’t going to use it, they liked my writing (WOOHOO!!!) and to consider them in the future. I thought maybe there was hope for the little piece after all. So, I sent it out again. It was rejected until it wasn’t.
I was beginning to feel like the king in Monty Python and the Holy Grail who built a castle in the swamp. It kept collapsing, ‘cause you know, castle, swamp. But the third one, now that one, stayed.
So here’s my masterpiece: The Dugout.
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Many congratulations on seeing it published!!
Thank you!
You are very welcome! 🙂
Nice!
Now I want cupcakes, too! Darn it!
LOL. Cupcakes do sound good. I must be really hungry.
Welp…I dunno about you, Denise, but I sure am!
Cupcakes it is!
🙂
This is a gem of a flash fiction story. It’s a universal theme, but you told it in a way to make it fresh and new. It resonated with me because someone recently asked me if I wanted to rent my grandma’s home for a week, but I had to say no. The people changed the kitchen so much that it bummed me out.
Thank you for your lovely comments. Bummer about you grandma’s house—but I can understand.
Congratulations! It’s a fun story.
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.