My husband has been quite taken with the idea of flash fiction of late. He often comes up with some wonderful story lines but never puts them down on paper. Today he has decided to give it a go, bearing in mind he has never written a short story or flash fiction, I think this is pretty damn good. Please let me know what you think.
His Father’s Words
By Michael McCarthy
As the crashing water subsided, a boy emerged from the whiteness that had engulfed him. His hair was soaked and he wiped it from his eyes, taking in what he had accomplished. He had wandered far and was weary from the toil. His feet were sore from his boots, still not broken in, and his aching shoulders bared the marks of his satchel’s heavy load. Father always said the most satisfying rest was after of a hard days labour and he hadn’t lied. As the boy lay there in his porcelain tub, he knew that Monday’s round would be easier.