There is something validating when one receives a reward for writing fiction. Recently, I was a judge on Thursday Threads, and after some encouragement from Siobhan Muir, I decided to try my hand at flash fiction. Trust me when I say writing a complete story in less than 250 words is difficult, but I wanted to give it a try.
The prompt was enticing: Let them work or starve… of course it was up to each individual writer to come up with the particulars of use. The image that popped in my head was of Marie Antoinette and the famous quote misattributed to her, “Let them eat cake.”
My tale quickly took on a dark and twisted turn as the tale shifted from Marie Antoinette to a darker version of Snow White and the 7 Dwarves, and the story was to be told from one to the dwarves’ point of view… and so began the beginning of the fun!
The judge, S.J. Maylee called it, “deliciously eerie. *shivers*”
Here is the tale, “Deep in the Mine” below:
“Let them work or starve!” My beloved’s shrill voice sliced through the grim and darkness of the mine.
Three of my brothers succumbed today, dropping our numbers to seven. But at least they were free.
Free to dance, marry and sing. Free to dream. Free to live. Free to love.
I shuddered at that notion, as my pickaxe hacked into the rock, mining for gems, and desiring so much more than what she gave me.
Maybe the witch was right. Maybe all she needed was something different, something to make her remember the life above ground, with its nature and bounty.
The whistle sounded, and I couldn’t help but reach into my pocket to once again touch the smooth red apple hidden away.
Today, she’ll awaken to my love.
In line, I tapped my foot and waited with the others to show my gem-crusted harvest.
Finally, it was my turn.
She cast a scathing glance at the gems in the metal bucket, but came alive at the sight of my apple.
I watched her palm its firmness. Bringing it to her mouth, her pout puckered, and as juice dripped from the corners of her lips, she beamed.
For one brief moment, I could only imagine her response belonging to me, as well as her fleeting touch.
Before I could utter words about her striking beauty, I watched her limbs stiffen, her eyes roll. Her breathing stop.
A smile curved my lips.
Dwarves work hard, but love even harder.
@TinaGlasneck 248 words
I’m super happy about this great honor, and I can’t wait to try again soon!