- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark A. Morris
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
Mark A. Morris
Cat says: As with the winning entry, this one also encompasses the true essence of flash fiction and gives the reader a complete story, including a surprise twist at the end, in under 250 words. Though at first my old school brain thought the robot was a bit loquacious, after a bit I started to hear the android's voice from SyFy Channel's show "Dark Matter" and I realized it was dead on for a sophisticated AI capable of performing the job in the story.
Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
Cat says: I loved the way the underlying conflict and important message of this piece is revealed very slowly to the readers. Good rich description, emotion and details, all in only 244 words. Good job!
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Cat says: Judge's Note: This entry was judged purely on the merits of the writing craft displayed and not in any way on the political message contained therein.
Initial Impression: The entry honors what flash fiction truly is--creating a richly described scene, a vignette, in very few words.
What put it over the top to win: The strong voice, the humor, the clever plays on words, all work to allow the reader to feel as if we know the richly developed characters. We can see the bar, hear the dialogue being spoken, laugh at the jokes and feel the two characters' intoxication. Nice job!
“I don’t know, man. Maybe Trumps got a point?”
I of course shake my head and down another bolt of pale brewski. My first thought is that Charlie has had a stroke. No way he’s giving the Trumpster an inch. We’re not getting any younger but we’ve still got our principles. Well, we’ve got the Dog and Pony Tavern…and that’s where we generally discuss our beliefs.
“What did you mean by that, Charlie? It’s Trump, for Gods sake. TRUMP.”
“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, I’m trying to be balanced here. As long as I don’t stand up, that should work…”
“And your point is?” Charlie does tend to flit off onto tangents. We both like tangents.
“Okay,” he starts, “We’re Canadians. Gotta remember that…”
“Got it tattooed on my butt, Charlie. I am a Canuck’s Ass.”
“Smartass,” he says, oblivious to his own weak bun pun. I give him a wide grin, anyways.
“My point, Sammy,” he continues, “is that we don’t do statues all that much up here in the tundra. Back east, maybe…so we don’t see our history in the cold light of day. And maybe we should.”
We all lose brain cells as we age. Charlie more than most, it seems. I try to be gentle. “The monuments are one thing, old friend. The only monuments Trump cares about are his own. Don’t forget, in his mind, he is Rushmore bound…”
There is a glint in Charlies eye. I’ve struck gold.
“Christ, Sammy. What was I thinking?”
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