Comments on: Friday Flash Fiction 38

By: GLP

GLP — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 13:19:00 +0000

Thanks Shaun. I took the image of the red cross from a woodcut by Hans Glaser depicting events that took place in the skies over Nuremberg, Germany, on April 14, 1561. In this story, it functions as a wake-up call. It is the absurdity at the end of the long dream. It is the inexplicable throwing the mundane into harsh relief. It is the confusion that forces the mind to seek clarity.

By: ShaunCG

ShaunCG — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 12:34:00 +0000

Beautifully written. I’m sure anyone who works in an office can relate… hell, I’m sure just about anyone can relate to wanting to give it all up and get away. And I’m intrigued by that blood-red cross. I’m not sure if I’m missing something, or if it’s just meant to be an empty cypher (ooh, maybe it’s just the intrusion of externalities into escapism?). I love that his response to this strangeness is to head back into town to pursue a woman.

By: GLP

GLP — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 19:38:00 +0000

Thanks. I was quite pleased with this. I wrote the whole thing yesterday in about an hour and a half and posted it without revisions.

By: Neil

Neil — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 15:43:00 +0000

“A few minutes after sunset, a long, dark storm cloud rose over the hills in the east, bristling with electricity, blowing before it an immense, blood red cross that span slowly across his field of vision, shedding sparks like a pinwheel, screaming like a crashing jet.”

Loved this in particular. Good stuff.

By: Justin Pickard

Justin Pickard — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:35:00 +0000

There’s a good sense of place, of location, here. A kind of grounded, earthy atmosphere. Which I think works really well.