I originally started writing a story where the author torments the main character by putting him in various weird situations. I set it aside for a long time until I was told to write a metafiction story. I pulled out the sections that did not fit my new story and wrote the rest months later. This was actually enjoyable to do because it allowed me to do something with a piece that I have had a hard time finishing. There are so many things you can do with the seed idea that I just left it alone because it was so open-ended. This, however, is a relatively satisfying way to compress a book into a short story.
The purpose of this assignment was to help us construct the smallest story without having to write an introduction and to concentrate on developing the story and characters in what was implied rather than said. This piece of flash fiction is generally everyone’s favorite, and I hope it’s not because it’s the shortest. I would also like to mention that the two characters are from my other much larger work, States of Matter.
I know that five years ago I was a confused college student, that ten years ago my mind was clouded by hormones, that fifteen years ago I genuinely loved Nintendo, that twenty years ago I thought kindygarden was funn, and that twenty five years ago I was floating in this warm, comfortable, dark place.
“Ray,” she said again.
“Yeh?”
“Do ya know?”
“Knowhaht?”
She makes a dog noise, throws her hands up in the air, and I think she actually just touched the ceiling. That was pretty cool. I can’t help but smile, feeling the silly putty in my cheeks. I realize she is leaving just as the door slams shut. The echo lasts a lot longer than it should. Cool.
I have to shake things off, to sober up. I have to deliver the—
Aw, shit. I already took it. So, what do I need to do? Oh yeah. Nothing.
The complete story appears in the 2026 revised edition of Ten Terribly Terrific Tall Tales Trying to Trip the Triune, coming soon.
