Flash Fiction: There isn’t a standard specific definition for this term beyond “extremely short”, but for the purposes of my “Flash Fiction Friday” posts it will mean a precisely 100-word story scene written from a photo prompt.
Today’s prompt picture is:
For the second night in a row Harrison sat straight up in bed, gasping for breath.
Mason groaned and turned to him. “Another muddy pond dream?”
Harrison shook his head. “This time it was a fucking chicken.”
“In a muddy pond?”
“No, you were riding a chicken.”
“I was? Cool. Was I shrunk down, or was the chicken monster-sized?”
“What? Hell, I don’t know. I think it was a big chicken.”
“Hen or rooster?”
“How would I know? Do I look like a farmer?”
“Well, it’s your nutty dream. Can you make it a rooster?”
“Fine. Go back to sleep.”
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