This is for KC who 1) begged me to put a new story on the website and 2) threatened me to add her to the Mac/Ferrymen Inc universe.
Her prompt was 'imagine meeting your ex in the middle of the woods while they are at the edge of a cliff'. (Not apologizing for the direction this took, KC, bc, like most unknown woodland paths, we don't always know where they will take us)
If this feels like an unfinished snippet, I won't take offense. The M/FI world is growing more and more complex and many of the shorts I'm writing for it are simply introductions to characters and ideas. When/If I choose to bring all of this together, these small stories will be immensely helpful to avoid too much world-building.
After chatting with @DreamOfFire today, she joked I could 'write a cool concept out of "paper bag" and "toothpick" like some sort of writer McGyver'.
I don't know about cool, but here is that story for your reading pleasure!
Before you all go running to J to ask him what happened between us, please know this is a FICTIONAL PIECE asked for by another writer friend of mine. She was having trouble getting the emotional part of broken relationship right and asked me to write a 'slightly poetic last chance before the breakup letter' based on what I knew of her main character. Below is what I gave her.
I have new stuff for you, just not today. I was working furiously this weekend on the Secret Short Story Society Feb and March issues and just ran out of time. Instead, I present an oldie back when I was in an impromptu writing group and was given random prompts.
I don't write poetry very often any longer though I have an enormous backlog of it. For me, poetry isn't something I can smash out like a short story. It has to have a 'feeling' before I can make the words come out. Probably a weird idea, but *shrugs*.
I wrote this poem for a friend whom I love dearly. She, like many of us, doesn't always see that she is is greater than the sum of her parts. We too often focus on the flaws we see and not how amazing we are to others. She is unique and beautiful, just like a solar system of diverse planets.
For punctuation lovers, I apologize now. I rarely put punctuation in my poetry, especially not on the first draft and sometimes never.
My lofty dreams of being a famous & brilliant writer were literally smacked out of my head. Now I plan to fill the void with copious amounts of subpar writing!