As he does every Sunday in the Flash Factory room at Zoetrope Virtual Studio, Richard Osgood this Sunday provided five words to be used in the creation of a piece of micro fiction. The five words?
And an example of micro fiction created from these five words?
One Can Only Imagine What He Was Thinking
Her son giggled when she ordered the virgin daiquiri, then he ordered Renegade Bliss, “a double.” As they watched her husband and daughter ride horses into the spray, he asked if they were oxymorons, like Butter Crisp. The drinks? She imagined something else: family vacations, trial separations, and virgin drinks when everything else was fucked.