I met a demon on my train yesterday.
“Make a wish,” it whispered. “Any human trait will be yours in abundance.”
“Why do you offer this?“ I asked. It shrugged and told a tale of mischief and punishment, and then repeated the offer. “Any one thing, in full measure.”
“The price?” I queried.
“It is a gift,” the thing demurred, then added, softly, “if the wish is selfless.”
I pondered this, then made to disembark as the next station arrived.
“Wait!” called the creature. “Do you not want your heart’s desire?”
I answered sadly, “And there’s the trap. You know that I would not ask for that which I do not want, and I dare not ask for that which I do.”
And as the doors closed, I heard the being screech in fury as it flared and burned to ash.
There is no demon on my train today.
(later) I worked out that, to write a 160-character story, allowing for an average of 4 characters per word, you would have to tell you tale in 30 words or so, with a little leeway for punctuation. It seemed impossible, but a little online inspiration led to this:
Petals fall where once was sand, where once we toiled and now we stand, in shade.
Only 81 characters, without serious effort! And a full story, as far as I can tell. Progression, characterisation, human interest; all there, if a little roughly sketched. Now I'm determined to produce something a damn site smoother, using my whole allowance. Watch this space.
2 comments:
I remember a competition to tell a story in 50 words. I remember my favourite entry:
"My wife is a brilliant painter, jy weet. She drew a olifant about to vrek in the Kruger National Park, and we have vultures on our roof for two weeks. So she overpaint it with chickens in a farmyard.
Can I by any chance interest you in some fresh eggs?"
Fucking Brilliant !
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