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Chuck Wendig, at his excellent blog Terrible Minds, has started posting these "flash fiction" challenges, wherein he posts some hopefully inspirational starting point, and then you get one week and 1,000 words to write some fiction. The following is one of my contributions.
This challenge: The Hotel.
[EDIT: Mr. Wendig himself titled this piece better than I ever could. Well done, sir.]
Andy Falstead was waiting at the end of the line. He became aware of his situation uncertainly, as if waking from a dream he couldn't remember. Each of the dozen or so people standing in front of him carried a piece of luggage -- mostly suitcases, but here or there was a duffle bag or overstuffed backpack. Andy found that he, himself, was clutching a suitcase in his right hand. It was a simple, dark tan, not too worn, and not too heavy. He swung it easily at his side as the line moved forward and so, in his turn, did Andy.
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This challenge: The Hotel.
[EDIT: Mr. Wendig himself titled this piece better than I ever could. Well done, sir.]
"End of the Line"
Andy Falstead was waiting at the end of the line. He became aware of his situation uncertainly, as if waking from a dream he couldn't remember. Each of the dozen or so people standing in front of him carried a piece of luggage -- mostly suitcases, but here or there was a duffle bag or overstuffed backpack. Andy found that he, himself, was clutching a suitcase in his right hand. It was a simple, dark tan, not too worn, and not too heavy. He swung it easily at his side as the line moved forward and so, in his turn, did Andy.
( Cut for length )