Write a story he said. Three hundred words he said. Should
be easy I said. Yeah right.
What sort of a story can you write in three hundred words?
Well, fascinations that open questions the reader must answer. Hints that
promise what three hundred words can't deliver but cause the dreams that do.
Enticements to indulgence in hidden pleasures of fancy, the kind that nobody
else sees...
Try a four-hundred and thirty something word narrative
leading nowhere. I didn't believe it could be so difficult. It's easy to say
nothing in three hundred words, it's even easy to say something, but
telling a story?...
Yeah OK. Davo got maggoty drunk and got picked up by the
cops... Yeah that sort of story can be told in about three hundred words. A man
walks into a bar… Yeah that can dragged out to three hundred words. But
something with more substance?
Then it occurred to me. First person. The day after saying
to somebody I don’t write first person, first person. You can get all chummy
with first person, so I gave it a go.
The page titled Northern Certainty is that story.
And this is exactly two hundred words now.
