This is my experiment of producing a story, 250 words at a time.
I’ve participated in a writer/artist collaboration for the last two years called Voice & Vision. Basically, a writer and an artist team up, the writer provides a piece up to 250 words, and the artist provides a piece within a set physical dimension. They each then produce a new work, based on the others initial offering. This year I submitted a story based on an idea I had for a bigger piece. I actually wrote more than one in the same theme, so I decided to take what was already written and expand on it, while keeping each installment at exactly 250 words. So here we are. I hope you enjoy it.
John sat on the front porch, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees. A figure shuffled down the laneway, silhouetted by the deep hues of the setting sun. William raised a hand in greeting as he neared.
“Evenin’ John. So, it’s ready is it?”
“Suppose so. Come have a look.”
John led William around the corner of the house and through a break in the Lilacs. A small round table stood in the center of a worn dirt patch. The same table that Emily and her friends would sit around and gossip over afternoon tea. That was a long time ago though.
John’s creation was in the center of the table. It was about the size of a bread box, but not at all the right shape. Even in the long shadow cast by the house, the object stood out. It was vivid, like it was more real than everything around it.
John scratched at the stubble on his chin while William circled the table. It seemed like an eternity of heavy boots dragging through dry soil, but after a time William paused and bent down. He raised a calloused finger and squinted his grey eyes.
“Decided to keep that did ya?”
“Made sense at the time.”
“It’s good. I like it.”
John pursed his lips and nodded. His shoulders dropped as he hooked his thumbs in to the pockets of his jeans.
“So? Think it’ll work?”
“It’ll work just fine. Ya done good John, yes sir.”