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See this picture? This one right here? It's fucking creepy. Chuck Wendig posted it as the prompt for this week's flash fiction challenge. Apparently he found it at a San Fran antique shop. (Which immediately makes me think he found it at Asher's Second Hand from the Christopher Moore books.) So, it's time to write a story about this picture. Look again. Go on. Do you see all the places that thing could go?? Wendig himself posts this:
Will you write about the monster in the picture? Or the photographer? Or the poor couple who buys the portrait? Or some other unseen angle? Is it real? Is it fake? Will you write horror? Humor? Urban fantasy? Noir? Some weird mish-mash of genres that remains unexpected? Fuck it, go nuts.
CHUCK!!! My brain feels like it could explode! Seriously, there's so much to work with here! GUH! Only 1000 words? Only one story?? CURSE YOU, SIR! Okay, so now that we've gotten the writer griping out of the way, let's explore the challenge. So, I started writing one about a woman finding the portrait at Goodwill...that turned into way more than 1000 words...so, I started trying to trim it and it just felt like I was rushing. Scrap that draft. Then, I sat down and organized all of the threads my brain wanted to take. One about the photographer...one about the man in the photo...back to the woman who found it...finally, I decided, "Fuck it. Go nuts. The man said so himself." So, I'm not limiting myself to just one piece. I will, however, only post the one here. May add other pieces in later posts, but right now I think this one works.
Hope you enjoy!
Hope you enjoy!