I’ve been going to the Short and Sweet Writing class on Wednesdays again this term. Inspired by the work of Dave Rhodes, a couple of weeks ago, we were set the task of writing a short story in 101 words. It’s actually really hard to do, but here’s the result …. six or seven pieces written by members of the class (who’ve asked to remain anonymous) … I’ll try and publish one a day.
I’ll start with one that made me laugh out loud. It brought back teenage memories.
Black Socks
IN MY YOUTH, I had a boyfriend who always wore black socks. By the end of each day, they were smelly black socks, which he would drop in the corner of the bedroom.
We were carefree, and, I thought, in love; if we quarrelled we soon made up. There came a day when we did not make up; the evil black things lay in the corner, pulsating. I could stand them no longer.
I leapt out of bed and hurled them out of the window. Now, years later, I see that my love went out the window with those damned socks.
