Despite November having five weeks (specifically five Wednesdays), given the mix of NaNoWriMo, Patreon, and my other projects, I couldn’t squeeze in the fifth entry. That said, my last entry for the month is a comedy. While I will try my hand at comedy for my patrons, there is a single reason I’m willing to take on comedies for those who buy me a croissant. The extremely limited word count of micro fiction helps me focus on the comedy. Instead of having to fill out a thousand words, I can focus on a singular moment in time and craft and tease something I find funny to the surface.
For some genres, I’ve been able to pluck stories from the depths of my mind without inspiration, but the same isn’t true for comedies. For this genre, I delved into the many prompts from NYC Midnight’s past micro-fiction competitions. After searching through the collection, I pulled one that centered on charging a phone. The instant the words tumbled into my mind, the skeleton of the story emerged from the depths of my mind. In the end, I dusted the edges off a little and refined the story here and there.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
“Lucy, stop pestering me.”
She reached across the table, slid his tray aside, and gripped the man’s face, squeezing his cheeks. “Bert, if you were right, I wouldn’t have to bother you.”
Bert’s eyes slammed shut as he wrapped his fingers around her wrists. “Why do you feel the need to constantly correct me?”
“Because you’re always incorrect.”
He forced the woman’s hands down, pinning them to the table. As Bert’s irises smoldered, he reached for a fry and dragged it through the mound of ketchup. Bert brandished the laden slice of potato in time with his grinding teeth. “How can I be doing it wrong?”
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