So, today I’m facing a disappointment. I’ve had another rejection, and this time it’s a big one. I’m dealing with it the only way I know how, which is by picking up the (metaphorical) pen and continuing with what I love best.
In that spirit, here’s a wee piece of flash fiction, which also happens to be my entry for Flash! Friday for this week. It’s a tiny bit risqué, but I hope I’ll be forgiven.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off. I have a bit of picking myself up, dusting myself off and getting back on the horse to do… Happy Friday, and happy weekend.
A Moment on the Lips…
‘All right, Mr. Fairchild. Nearly finished.’
‘Doctor, may I ask – is it serious?’
‘Not sure, old chap. Let me just take another look at your skull. Hold still, now.’
‘My skull? But I thought -’
‘Hold still, Mr. Fairchild, please.’
‘I say! Are you quite sure you know what you’re doing?’
‘Mr. Fairchild, be reasonable. I am the preeminent authority on STDs in the country, after all.’
‘S… STDs? What on earth?’
‘Supernaturally Transmitted Diseases, sir.’
‘Of – of course. Yes. Supernatural, you say?’
‘Mmm. Just turn your head, there’s a good chap. Ah, yes – just as I thought. Definite lengthening of the earlobe, and if I’m not mistaken… Yes. A nascent protuberance.’
‘You’re growing horns, Mr. Fairchild. Tell me, was it a faun? It normally is.’
‘It – what? It was just a kiss!’
‘Yes, yes. That’s what they all say. Why don’t you have a seat, old bean. You look done in.’
‘Good God. What shall I tell my wife?’
‘Oh, I should think it doesn’t matter. I give it about a week before you’re gambolling and eating grass.’
‘You can’t mean…’
‘I certainly do.’
‘Isn’t there –’
‘Anything I can do? Afraid not, old bean. Now. Will that be cash, or cheque?’