I’m posting a story here which started life as an attempt to make something for The Cast of Wonders TriWonders Flash Fiction contest. I’m not submitting it there, although I am pleased with it and (I think) it’s worth letting others read– this is not by any means a shrug and a “well, I guess it’s OK as free content.”
No, the only problem with it is that it’s about 240% too long to qualify for the “Flash” element of that contest, as defined by the people framing the rules. Five hundred words is very short, and while I’ve done a couple of things I also take some pride in which squeak in under that mark, I couldn’t get this story written as I wanted it without letting it ramble. Relatively. It’s not, in fact, long even if it is above what I call “flash” here.
True Path to Glory is also unusual as it is an excursion into fantasy with hardly a shiver in it. Apart from the necromancy. That bit is a little creepy.
Dirck de Lint's Missives from the Living Skies 