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Flash Fiction at 250 Words or less Click Here to Read More Flash Fiction in under 250 words The Reader by Jan O Hansen He sat in the park reading a magazine; something about the actor James Dean. He remembered having seen him in East of Eden and found his overacting embarrassing. But his estate was still cashing in on his fame and early death. There was an ad that caught his interest: widow 55, non-smoker, seeks gentleman for walks and cinema. Snag was he liked a cigar at night and he was too old to let a woman tell him what to do. Abjectly, he leafed through the magazine, not really reading. It was his shield. Without it, just sitting there, people might think he was lonely; he had his books, computer and TV. It was getting cloudy and a bit cold. It wasn't quite spring yet. He rolled up the magazine like a baton and walked briskly home - a man with a purpose. (141 words) Blottesque by Johnny Nys On his way to work, Walter witnessed a car crash. Stupid accident it was, too. Two cars coming from opposite directions, then one of them suddenly turned into a side street, right in front of the other. Of course the other had no time to stop and slammed right into the first. Walter was standing on the corner of that side street, waiting for his colleague to come pick him up according to the car-pool program they had started only a week before. Walter didn't mind leaving his car in the garage. He hated to drive, for multiple reasons, one of them happening right in front of his eyes. The car that had wanted to drive into the side street swerved because of the impact and was heading straight for him. Walter sighed and took two steps to his right. The car rushed past him and hit the streetlight Walter had been leaning against. The car came to a stop but the driver was propelled through the windshield. Walter turned around and watched him smash into the building behind him, leaving bloody marks on the white wall as an extreme painter might create a blottesque canvas. When the driver lay still on the ground, Walter walked over to him. He cursed when he saw he would have to take out his own car today. (224 words) The Chef Jan Oskar Hansen Ben, the famous vegetarian TV cook, extolled soya bean snitzel, and sizzling carrot burgers. Smiling, tanned, and oozing wholesome living, he had a cruel addiction. Meat kept him awake at night. When his vice got unbearable he donned horn-rimmed glasses, a false beard and drove far from the city and gorged on chicken, lamb and beef. One day, when in Scotland, a man came up to his table and said: "Aren't you Ben, the famous vegetarian TV chef?" "No, me from Norway, cook on ships, me no speak plenty." The man looked puzzled, but said sorry and left. Ben was so shocked by this near scandalous exposure that he ordered a whole roasted chicken and took it up to his hotel room where he could eat in peace. If people knew he was an eater of meat he would be ridiculed, especially since he came from Liverpool and his father was Irish. Ben could see the screaming headlines "Vegetarian chef exposed as a fraud". From now on he would order room service and be safe from prying eyes. Ben smiled to himself, they were not going to catch him. No sir. The next day's headlines were: "Famous vegetarian chef from Liverpool found dead in his hotel room in Inverness, choked on a chicken bone." (214 words) FEEDBACK Lots of meat in this tale!
Approximate Word count = 2482
Approximate Pages = 9.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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