I’ve been busy with chores and getting a movie in so I got to this a bit later in the day than I initially planned. Why is washing the dishes so zen?
Over the past month I’ve been working in collaboration with my blogger buddy Peter over at The Little Fears on a short story that would fit into either the setting or the style of his work. I set down a few “starting arrows” leading to puns and to darkness. I ended up having one of those moment where you just can’t churn out a decent pun to save your life, so I turned onto Darkness Boulevard. I tinkered with spooky skeleton stories before settling on what I deemed effectively chilling: what if I presented the readers with a sad yet relatable, possibly even familiar situation and then took that one bit of comfort away from them?
After boiling the narrative down to under 500 characters in length, a real fun challenge for me as I tend to burn brightest in a small format, I handed the story in to Peter. I say “the story” because in all the brain busting I hadn’t even thought of a title. Pete’s a smart cookie though and christened it “The Swing“, a fitting title for several reasons the more that I think about it now. I had a ton of fun working on this and Peter’s narration really brings the whole brief but terrible moment to life, I couldn’t be happier.