I don't normally enter comps. There's such a long gap between sending off a story and hearing the result; I'm too impatient. But my artist friend Elaine tipped me off to this one, so I thought I'd give it a go.
The brief was simple: tell a story in fifty words or less. I decided to polish up one of the stories that I wrote last summer, when I was hanging out in a Whitstable bookshop, writing flash fictions inspired by customers. (And thanks to the great people of ReAuthoring for that opportunity)
The story, originally called Anticipation, was inspired by a lovely lady called Anne. Somewhere beneath the piles of paper cluttering my desk, I've got her email address. I hope I can find it, so that I can thank her again.
Here's the finished version of the story, with its new name:
Another door opensI'm going to be repeating my "writing on the spot" experiment again in April, as part of an event celebrating World Book Night. But more about that later.
I told my husband that anticipation was everything. There is not enough suspense, I said. He thought for a year and said this: I will leave you for another woman, but I won’t tell you when – would that do? You are a year too late, I said, shutting the door.
|Here's Anne again|
|Here's the first draft, written in the bookshop|