why i was late for improv March 2, 2008
Posted by david in Creative Fiction.trackback
“i was playing a song, and the melody was such that i proceded to breathe out a ghost. and the ghost, being so violently opposed to the life i had given him, detained me in a room of unlocked doors for the better part of an hour.”
“and thats why you were late?”
“yes.”
I like this one
Do you also consider this a short story???
Not really, there’s no real conflict that emerges. Only a question, and no resolution if there is an underlying conflict.
Maybe