Hello Dear Readers! Today we have a Halloweenie Trifecta Writing Challenge. Our challenge is to write a 33-word response to the story of Felicia Felix-Mentor.
In 1937, a naked woman was found limping through the streets of Haiti. Upon interrogation, she was unable to give any details as to her identity. The woman was eventually identified in hospital as Felicia Felix-Mentor. The only issue is that Felicia Felix-Mentor had been dead for nearly twenty years. Felicia was, therefore, a zombie.
My Dinner Party in Honor of Felicia Felix-Mentor
Felicia Felix-Mentor stared straight ahead fingering her Beef Stroganoff.
“More tea Felicia dear?” I asked.
“I’m dead.” Felicia repeated for the hundredth time.
I sighed and resigned myself to a very long evening.
This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to take a beautiful piece of writing and “move it along” with our own 33 words. Well, OK, but it isn’t going to stay as pretty I’m afraid!
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Suddenly three burly men thundered in.”We’ve come for the last strains of sunlight — F. Scott Fitzgerald is having a literary emergency!” And they began prying sunlight’s fingers from all available points of refraction.