Here’s the thing – you have to be in your right mind to create words, sentences, and paragraphs that flow into an orgy of sights, sounds, smells and sensations – but if you’re in your right mind, those ideas are suppressed by numbers, and business-proper vernacular, and PC-friendly discourse.
In other words – you don’t have to be crazy to write good fiction – but you might as well be.
Flash Friday’s challenge on the 1st of May was a Catch-22 – with a REAL creepy picture for a prompt. Given the darkness inherent in the shot – was it any surprise that my submission turned out demonic?
Let’s Make a Deal
“Do you want to play a game?”
The child is small, cherubic – rosy cheeks and curly blonde locks. Standing on one side of a crudely-made cardboard cell door, I on the other, we capture each other’s eyes through the ‘window.’
“No child. I have no time for useless, diversionary games.”
The door is pierced through on one side by an old, rusty set of keys.
“It will be a fun game.”
Oddly enough, the door comfortably occupied the middle of my living room – the diametrically-opposed realities of belonging/not belonging curiously held in abeyance.
“Corporate mergers are fun, child. Building my empire is fun. I need none other.”
Was that a flash of red in the child’s bright blue eyes?
“This game is called Sell Your Soul. We’re playing this game now.”
A finger of ice delicately traces a caress of shivers down my spine.
“Respect and adoration yours, until your end of days.
Your price: your tattered, tainted soul, now destined for my maze.
Turn the keys to play my game.”
I reach – keys rattling against my fingers.
I don’t feel the scratch – only the icy fingers of poison crawling up my arm.
“Did I forget to mention it’s a very short game?”