road, tarmac

Tarmac, Image by ajavargas via Morguefile.

I’ve been having a bit of fun with Prime Number Magazine’s monthly 53 Word flash fiction competition. Entries have to be 53 words exactly, excluding the title. It’s such a fun little exercise to get the juices flowing. This was my entry in the August comp. It didn’t win, but I enjoyed myself. The theme was “melting”.


Summer Evening Ritual

I crouch down and touch the road with the back of my hand, flinching away almost instantly. The sun has given the bitumen the texture of Nana’s fresh baked molasses cookies. Then I look up into the huge hope-filled doggy eyes. “Sorry, buddy, no walk for you tonight. It’s just too damn hot.”