Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s photo comes once again from Dale Rogerson, and raised my normal level of pleasant befuddlement by a couple of degrees.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
Book of War
I am writing a book.
The Book of War.
You are reading the first page.
Which I call, unsurprisingly, Page One.
It holds 100 words.
The next page, Page Two, is blank.
Like every page after it, page upon page, wordless.
Because there are no more words.
Just white paper.
I am trying to demonstrate how meaningless it is.
All of it.
But I don’t know how.
I lack the skill, the clarity, the intelligence, the craftsmanship and the understanding.
I am no Steinbeck, no Tolstoy, no Hesse.
All I know is war.
And I know it is futile.