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#FlashDogs
Word Count: 294
Special Cha...@GeoffHolme<br />#FlashDogs<br />Word Count: 294<br />Special Challenge Accepted<br /><br /><b>Collaboration</b><br /><br /><i>“Somewhere, in a lonely…”<br /><br />“Town? City? State of confusion?”</i><br /><br />“Um… Let’s leave that bit for now.”<br /><br /><i>“There’s...”<br /><br />“A man? A woman? A place for us?”</i><br /><br />“We can come back to that too.”<br /><br />“Shoot, we’re not making much progress, Jake. Shall we stop for lunch?”<br /><br />“Yeah. OK.”<br /><br />“How about hot dogs?”<br /><br />“Sounds good to me, Randy.”<br /><br />#<br /><br />“Are you OK, Jake? Your face is red and swollen, your breathing is laboured. Y-you’re scaring me, man!”<br /><br />“Ana… phyl… actic… shock!”<br /><br />“Oh, my God! I forgot you have a nut allergy. Those were vegetarian sausages. What can I do?”<br /><br />“Ep… EpiPen… in my… bag.”<br /><br />“OK… Hang on… EpiPen, EpiPen, EpiPen… God, I don’t even know what it looks like, let alone how to use it… Oh, thank God, here it is!”<br /><br />#<br /><br />“Lordy! I really thought I was a goner there, Randy. It’s true what they say. My whole life flashed before my eyes: my lonely existence as an introverted only child, a gangly prepubescent, an awkward adolescent. Right up until the moment we met on that writers’ retreat in Harrisonburg: both with writer’s block, both hiding away in cheap motels, mocked and derided by the blinking cursor at the start of a new document on an ancient laptop, until we decided to collaborate on a magnum opus for NaNoWriMo. At the very end, I saw myself typing: <i>Somewhere, in a lonely motel room, there's a guy starting to realise that eternal fate has turned its back on him.”</i><br /><br />“WOW! Write what you know, huh? That’s great, I love it! It really grabs your attention; makes you want to read on, find out what happens.”<br /><br />“OK. We’ve got ourselves a kick-ass opening sentence - at last.”<br /><br />“That’s one, two, three… twenty-one words. Only 49,979 to go!”Geoff Holmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14112172621177733025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996679476368835656.post-18125710677964185512015-11-17T17:10:04.689-05:002015-11-17T17:10:04.689-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920790917716411083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996679476368835656.post-70722019740190627982015-11-17T17:06:23.122-05:002015-11-17T17:06:23.122-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920790917716411083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996679476368835656.post-16952232150388582242015-11-17T15:16:45.725-05:002015-11-17T15:16:45.725-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920790917716411083noreply@blogger.com