Flash fiction, somewhat by accident, has become a passion of mine. More specifically, micro fiction has been something I’ve been working at for a while. In line with Hemingway’s iceberg approach to writing, micro fiction requires you to utterly strip down your piece to the barest bones of pure necessity. It forces you to boil your story down until it is a potent elixir of words and implied meaning.
I actually taught an interactive workshop on micro fiction with two friends at Capclave in 2016. We’re hoping to teach it again (or maybe something else) this year as well.
Here’s one that’s in progress, clocking in at 23 words:
Helena shook the snow globe again and watched the glitter dance around the tiny figures inside. Her friends would never leave her now.