Group
writing exercise. Take three slips each. Write a different random
word on each one. Fold them up. Throw them into a pile and mix them
up.
Now
pick out a slip. This first slip is the title to your vignette. Pick
another. This is your first word. Pick again. This is your last word.
You
have ten minutes to produce a story. Go!
My
words:
Table
Fly
Bruise
Table
Fly
enters through the open patio door. His pixellated vision throws up a
homely scene. Lunch has finished. The table is being cleared. Mother
takes the plates back to the kitchen. In the next room, Son loads the
dishwasher begrudgingly. Fly enters. The kitchen is busy. The
extractor fan hums, and Fly feels the distant suction through the
room. Before the air channel gets too strong, Fly vacates back
through the dining room, looking for crumbs. The table is tidy, void
of morsels. But there's a smell of food still in the air; the table
was the scene of a big meal moments ago. He follows the scent, past
the fireplace that hasn't been used in months, over the recently
hoovered carpet, to the shape lying at the edge of the room. It's a
man. He's asleep. He snores long and slow. In his hand, there's
something made of paper rolled up. The crumbs are at the edge of his
mouth, an area wrought with danger and potential infection, but the
smell is gooood. Fly can't resist a fly-by. He homes in on the lips,
covered in Fly's lunch. Fly lands and eats. It's more than enough.
Man's hand moves. The paper is large and heavy and slows Man's
reaction. Fly flies away. Man launches the paper into his own head,
hard. Fly supposes Man will have two things to expect- indigestion
and a bruise.
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