{"id":242,"date":"2018-07-08T13:32:51","date_gmt":"2018-07-08T13:32:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jasminearch.com\/?p=242"},"modified":"2018-07-08T13:32:51","modified_gmt":"2018-07-08T13:32:51","slug":"torn-microflash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jasminearch.com\/index.php\/2018\/07\/08\/torn-microflash\/","title":{"rendered":"Torn (Microflash)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Funny how small mishaps could become omens. Annie poked a finger through the tear in her voluminous wedding dress. As unexpected as her best friend’s last-minute confession, but there it was.<\/p>\n

Looping the heavy train over one arm, she walked away from the church.<\/p>\n

Mum was right. Men are pigs.<\/p>\n

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Image: courtesy of Luo ping on Unsplash<\/p><\/div>\n

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This fifty word microflash story was written for a weekly challenge held by my friend Jayna Locke<\/a>. This week’s prompt was “tear,” which you could interpret two ways. I ended up combining the two.<\/p>\n

As I was looking for a place to start, I got this image of a woman walking away from a church in a wedding dress and had a eureka moment.<\/p>\n

In effect, this little slip of micro fiction is a prequel to the novella I’m currently writing. Dry spell began as a short story on the Steem blockchain but when I recently revisited it with the idea of turning it into an audio story, I began to edit and discovered that it has its heart set on becoming at least a novella.<\/p>\n

Don’t you just hate it when stories have a mind of their own? I will certainly keep you posted of any evolutions.<\/p>\n

Any way, huge thanks are owed to Constance Watson<\/a>, R. Jean Bell<\/a>, AJ Savage<\/a>\u00a0and Anike Kirsten<\/a>\u00a0for helping me polish this story in a matter of hours. What would I do without you all?<\/p>\n

Hugs<\/em><\/p>\n

Jasmine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Funny how small mishaps could become omens. Annie poked a finger through the tear in her voluminous wedding dress. As unexpected as her best friend’s last-minute confession, but there it was. Looping the heavy train over one arm, she walked away from the church. Mum was right. Men are pigs.     This fifty word…
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