They say a change is as good as a rest. Children slaving in Victorian mills twelve hours a day might have disagreed, but I write romances. I don’t crawl through machinery worrying about losing a limb or my life (though I suppose there’s still time – who knows what the future holds) so when I came across a challenge on Chuck Wendig’s blog to write a 1000 word story using one of three opening sentences he’d chosen from a previous challenge (I thought my sentence was the best – clearly he disagreed) I had to give it go. I picked the one I liked least and this is what I wrote… It’s a dialogue between two boys…
“Everyone else remembers it as the day the saucers came, but I remember it as the day a man in a suit shot my father…”
“Your old man was run over by a lawn mower. Suits and Saucers my ass…”
“Your ass is large enough to land a saucer on! I saw the man in the suit with my own eyes…”
“Your dad was pushed off the mower by that lady golfer because he came mowing out of nowhere and ruined her eagle. It was on the news. They even had footage of your dad’s head missing, at least it looked like it was missing. It might have been pressed into the grass. It was hard to tell with all the blood. The woman got ten years for aggravated assault. Aliens don’t show up at court wearing butt-ugly plaid pants.” [Read more…] about The Day the saucers came…