Flash Fiction: There isn’t a standard specific definition for this term beyond “short”, but for the purposes of this “Flash Fiction Friday” post it will mean a precisely 100-word story scene written from a photo prompt.
I’m going to try to do this every Friday. For my first post, today, I’m kind of cheating. I’m recycling a bit of flash fiction I wrote back in November for a thread in Goodreads’ M/M Romance group. Anyway, the moderator posted the above image and it caught my eye.
The nerd in me wanted to know where this cute couple was strolling so I could work that into my little story. A little zooming and a bit of google-foo later, I figured out exactly where they were in Dublin, and wrote these 100 words to go with it:
“Look.” I squeezed Aaron’s hand. “It’s the ‘Wall of Fame’!”
Aaron smiled. “I still can’t believe we’re honeymooning in Dublin.”
I laughed. “Hell, I still can’t believe we were able to get married in our own home town in freakin’ Alabama!”
“We almost there?” Aaron asked.
“The Temple Bar? Yeah, see we’re at Cecilia Street now. It’s just up ahead after The North Face.”
“Make sure you check-in on Facebook. Devin and Stuart are going to be so jealous.”
“I’m not eating oysters. I don’t care what Stuart said.”
“Aw, come on, just wash them down with a Guinness Stout.”