A few posts back, I mentioned that I took a not-for-credit writing course in 2016. Our assignment was to write something–anything–following the lessons our instructor gave, but we were capped at 500 words.
Five. Hundred. Words.
That’s not a lot, you guys, and to be able to tell a story, with an arc, climax, and resolution in such a short space? It’s not an easy task. So much so that I was the only one in the class who managed to pull it off. Others simply wrote a first paragraph, or first scene of a bigger story. It was this class that secured my love of writing short stories, and the challenge of writing microfiction.
“Vinyl” is my microfiction piece from that class. I think it’s considered creative nonfiction, considering I did, indeed, go through what is explained in the story. My favorite musician died and I had to come to terms with the fact that he would never sing again. I think we can all relate to the unique kind of mourning that comes after the death of a beloved artist. For that reason, I thought it would be a perfect fit to be included in Ghost Stories for the Brokenhearted. Enjoying that artist postmortem is a bit like having a visit from their ghost, wouldn’t you say?
Stop back tomorrow when I discuss my most popular, and perhaps least understood short story, “Forgotten God.”