Well, Friday again... How's everyone's week been? For a bit of a treat today (or maybe not... I haven't had any feedback on this yet!) I thought I'd post my entry for the first ever Follow My Lead Flash Fiction Contest hosted by Candilynn Fite, and remind everyone that the next round starts tonight.
I've since gathered that you probably don't even get icicles in New Orleans as the winters are so mild, but that's what that stuff on the cables looked like to me! Anyhoo, here's the picture and the prompt. I'd love to know what you think of the story.
The streets of this restless city never slept...
Fire and Ice (300 words)
The streets of this restless city never slept, even in winter when icicles clung to overhead cables. Many people gravitated towards the flaming nightclub, a few to offer assistance, but most for the spectacle and the warmth provided. They felt in little danger as the building was atop a platform and reached by an elevator, but a safe distance was kept due to the odd piece of falling masonry.
The proprietor, Gary Hunter, had managed to escape before the fire spread too far. He was glad the club had been closed, but the ferocity of the blaze mirrored the burning anger in his soul as he waited for the fire brigade. It was the second time his establishment had fallen victim to such a fate. The first inferno had claimed one victim – his business partner, Ulysses. It had started in the office when a still-smouldering cigarette had dropped from the lip of an ashtray on the edge of his desk and hit the carpet. Gary had gone home after a long night shift and Ulysses had come in to go over some paperwork. He was trapped in the kitchen and never got out.
Gary had gone cold turkey after that.
He sighed and looked around at the rubbernecked onlookers, unsure if the insurance payout would be sufficient this time.
As he turned back, an icy breeze blew across the back of his neck. That wasn’t unusual at this time of year. What was unusual was the voice: hissing and sibilant, he felt it with his entire soul.
“You might have got away this time, but don’t think you’ll be so lucky again.”
Gary spun around, but no one was there.
In New Orleans, spirits who have died in violent circumstances hang around. They don’t care about excuses. They want vengeance.
Next up, it's the amazing giveaway over at the Lucky 13s blog. You've all heard of them, right? They're all children's and YA authors who are launching their debuts in 2013. Well, 20 of them are giving away their favourite books to ONE lucky winner! That's insanely great. However, there are only a few hours left to enter if you haven't already! (Closing time 12pm Eastern Daylight Time). Head here to enter.
Finally, E.J. Wesley is starting up a new weekly Twitter chat devoted to discussing the burgeoning New Adult genre. The first chat will be on Thursday 26 July followed by every Thursday thereafter. All readers and/or writers of the genre are invited to join in. Go here for the details, and there's also an NA Lit Chat Blog!
Have a great weekend!