Norah Colvin, one of my favourite bloggers, wrote a guest post last week for the Carrot Ranch, where bloggers come together and share flash fiction on a regular basis. I’ve been reading Norah’s and other people’s flash fiction for a while. I never dared to take up on this kind of challenge because I convinced myself that I couldn’t write fiction. So, I posted a comment to that effect and… got lots of encouraging comments back.
So, for better or worse, I decided to do it.
Here’s the prompt:
April 20, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a circle in your life. Is it a supportive circle, or a circle that entraps you? What’s its significance? Take you where the prompt leads.
Here’s my take on it.
She watched the fire crackling in two separate circles. They had different texture and meaning. The fire in the right circle was hungry to the point of self-destruction. The one on the left felt cleansing and light. Over the years, she tasted them both. Now, she was looking for the point of convergence.
There was none.
Surely life wasn’t about polarities?
She walked in circles. To commit to a circle, she wanted a more rounded perspective.
She didn’t know that the point of convergence was within. To find her circle, she needed to feel whole and belong with herself.