I have thought a lot about whether to do another FF, not because I don’t want to, but because of the commitment it represents. I very much enjoy the writing of these stories, reading some fiendishly clever or outrageously funny stories from other contributors and the feeling of belonging to a friendly writing community. But the truth is that I am finding it extremely difficult to find the time to get around to reading all those stories and I don’t want to offend people by not extending the courtesy of responding to comments and reading other peoples offerings.
I have decided that I will have a few simple rules to help me out here. I think that if someone takes the trouble to write a comment on my blog or leave a ‘like’ to let me know they were here then they deserve a reciprocal visit.
I hope to find time to read as many others as I can, but I know that won’t be all of them, so I am going to start by prioritizing you, because you are special to me. 🙂
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
Cremat (100 words)
“Si,” I nod, and he places the dish on the barbecue’s flame and begins my education.
Brandy, rum, sugar, lemon and cinnamon are all added with a flourish, followed by a single mug of fresh-ground coffee, thick as syrup and the colour of molasses.
He stirs the brew vigorously then sets the pan ablaze with a slender taper. We wait, tiny flames sparkling in our eager eyes.
The flame at last exhausted, he pours quickly into tiny ceramic cups.
“Salud,” we say as one, clink and then drink, and I am bound forever to the magic of Catalonia.