Microfiction: The first stone

For Charli Mills’ writing prompt—a 99 word story about ‘just one’.

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She glared down at the village in fury. They had no right! She pulled up a clod of turf and slung it down the steeply sloping mountainside. The friable earth flew as it bounced over the edge and out of sight. The village winked smugly in the sun. Church steeple, neat little houses, neat little lives, and they chased her out. Not in so many words. They just made her life hell. The sky was blue but her thoughts grew darker and darker. She chose a rock, hefted it in both hands, tossed it and waited for the thunder.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

27 thoughts on “Microfiction: The first stone”

      1. I figured that’s what it meant. You didn’t pare too much. 🙂 Just intriguing at how devastating the avalanche would be, and how it would affect her afterward. You did a good job.

      2. Thanks! Glad it wasn’t too obscure. I reckon most mountain villages were originally built where the risk isn’t high, but with climate change and a bit of human effort, that particular village might not be so safe after all.

  1. Oooh interesting! Without annoying you, there is a backstop here I’d like to know more of. I didn’t realise the thunder meant avalanche either, although now I know it is rather obvious! 😁

  2. Aha! You got the first prompt in there, too (avalanche)!. Love that description of the “friable earth” and how it makes me think community in the village has crumbled. It might look like a perfect town, but it can’t be if it ousts instead of helping or embracing.

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