Have you ever tried to write a flash fiction? One of my fabulous writer friends sent an email tonight that said, "My challenge is to write a flash fiction piece (less than 750 words, not including the title) that tells a quirky story, illustrates the setting, and creates emotion."
About twenty minutes later, I finished my piece, read through it with my hubby, and sent away...then decided to post it here.
Remember, this was written quickly and just for fun. And I definitely had fun :)
It's called: American Idol.
Nothing could ruin this day. Except, of course, failing the try-out…but I wouldn’t let that worry me until it was over.
But what if I didn’t make it? What would my friends think? My steps were quick and shaky. The judges had to like me. I’d won the school talent show three years in a row with my voice. How could they refuse?
The guy in front of me in line was probably mid-thirties with an overgrown beard that put my few facial whiskers to shame. I rubbed my chin and cursed myself for not shaving. They would definitely see the two hairs and then the audition would be shot…unless my voice could distract them from the gruesome sight.
I could win, be a star, tour the country playin’ my guitar.
But what if I didn’t get any votes?
Ugh, I needed a distraction. And as much as I didn’t want it to be from ‘Sasquatch’ in front of me, I had no other choice.
I cleared my throat and tapped his shoulder. “Yo,” I said.
The man/beast turned around and eyed me. “Is that even a word?”
“Uh, yeah. It means ‘Hey.’”
Sasquatch frowned. “Hay is for horses.”
I laughed, sure he was trying to pull my leg. “Where are you from?”
The man looked down his long nose and made me feel small, and I’m six foot. Then he scratched the curve of his beard and grunted, “Boring.”
I rocked on the heels of my feet at his response. “Oh. Right. Well, I guess this is kind of boring.”
A bushy eyebrow rose. “If you say so.”
“I didn’t say it, you did.”
Sasquatch leaned to the side. “No. I told you I was from Boring.”
My eyebrows pinched together. “There’s a place called Boring? No way.”
“Way,” he said. “It’s in Oregon.”
The man spit a huge loogie next to my feet and my stomach churned. “It’s by Happy Valley.”
My jaw dropped and I gaped at him for a quick moment. “Right. I know where that is.” Not.
“It’s right between Happy Valley and Sandy.”
“Sandy what?” I snapped, challenging his wit.
“Not Sandy what, Sandy where.”
“Where?” I asked, really confused at this point.
“In Oregon.” Sasquatch shifted from side to side like this really was getting boring.
I glanced at his flannel shirt tucked around the beer gut that hung over a navy pair of jeans. This conversation wasn’t going anywhere, but it got my mind off the audition and the line was now moving.
I decided to keep it going. Otherwise, my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. “What kind of music do you sing?”
The man cleaned his teeth with his tongue and worked out something black with a fingernail. “I don’t.”
Again, I couldn’t stop the laugh. “Good one.”
He frowned. “I wasn’t trying to be good.”
I flinched. “I didn’t say you were.”
“But you told me I was a good one.”
I shook my head. “No, I just liked your joke.”
The man paused and ran a burly hand through his beard. “But I didn’t tell a joke.”
“You said you don’t sing. I thought it was funny because this is a singing contest.”
The man whipped his head around so fast, I thought it would snap right off. He stared at the long line, his eyes following the throng of people leading back to us.
“What did you think this audition was for?” I asked.
“This is So You Think You Can Dance, right?”
I almost choked on another laugh. He thought he could dance? Maybe he could a long time ago. A really, really long time ago. I almost wished I could watch his performance. Shocking would be putting it lightly.
His face turned into a nasty snarl. “I never get my times mixed up. I’m sure I’m here for the dancing contest.”
“Nope. This is American Idol.” Yes, I even said it like the announcer.
Sasquatch turned on me. “You lie.”
I shook my head. “One of us is in the wrong place.”
Suddenly, I heard voices behind me. The conversation confirmed my worst fears. “…ballroom dance for my audition.”
Sasquatch’s laugh boomed.
That's it! 749 words.
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