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Just a Hint



Jayne over at injaynesworld has come up with a fascinating writing challenge called "hint fiction" whereby participants write a story (beginning, middle and end) that hints at a larger story but is complete within itself in 25 words or less.

This is harder than it seems. But here's my effort...

She dug the knife deep into his chest
Finally silencing the source of her discoloured skin.
She smiled - then awoke to his sickening snores.

Click on the link above and check on the efforts of the rest of the participating bloggers.

Thanks for challenging me, Jayne.

Comments

Nicky said…
If I had a nickel for every time that happened to me, I could retire. ;-)
Well done, mon ami!
nonamedufus said…
Ouch! Thanks, Nicky.
ReformingGeek said…
Hee Hee. Nice job.
Jayne said…
The darker side of Dufus. I knew you had it in you. ;) But you'll have to explain the "discolored skin" part. I seem to be a little dense this morning. Thanks for playing! :)
nonamedufus said…
Reading between the lines, she's a battered woman and the discoloured skin is bruises.
S.A. Molteni said…
Wow! This is very powerful and moving.
nonamedufus said…
That's okay, Jayne. We all have those days.
nonamedufus said…
Well, thank you. This is usually a humour blog. So this was a bit of a stretch for me.
Britton Swingler said…
Yes, powerful. Sadly, I've had to hide discolored skin before.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, my, that's tragic, Britton. I hope this didn't drag up bad memories for you. Sorry.
Britton Swingler said…
How kind of you. No...I'm decades beyond this, and I used it as a learning experience and moved on. Thanks for caring. :)
nonamedufus said…
Good to know. We learn from our mistakes, huh?
Cheryl said…
To say this is really well done is an understatement. You managed to capture the essence of domestic violence perfectly.
nonamedufus said…
The challenge was tough and I have no idea were the subject matter came from but I was pleased with the finished product, although it's not a funny topic to say the least.
Ah, to sleep, perchance to dream...
nonamedufus said…
A nightmare, perhaps.
Laughing Mom said…
Very nicely told!
Nora Blithe said…
Ah, bummer. I was rooting for her!
nonamedufus said…
Sad but sometimes that's the way it goes.
Nora Blithe said…
She can always try again tomorrow.
nonamedufus said…
You are quite the optimist, Nora.
Nora Blithe said…
It's one of my finer qualities.
nonamedufus said…
It's a good quality to have.

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