Out of the variety of flash competitions I enter each week, MicroBookends has always been one I have found difficult to write for. The demands of seamlessly using the bookends to start and finish the story combined with the photo prompt and the 100 word restriction (+/- 10 words) require very tight writing. Two weeks ago I finally won it, something which kept me smiling for a day or two and which also gave me the privilege of judging the stories entered last week.
The bookends were chosen in honour of the horror writer HP Lovecraft and I wrote my story very much with his voice in my head.
Bookends: Love ... Craft
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Love is a light that has faded from my life. The roads I have taken, dark and lonely. My journey, as I cast off friends like worn-out clothes, is one they cannot follow. It is obsession that has brought me here, to this place.
Will my words gain my admittance, my acceptance? Or will I be rejected and be sent back into the void?
I cling to my sanity, now wafer thin and leave my offering at these gates of perdition, my words, my other self. And wonder again at how I have been consumed by this craft.
A writer - I think that says it all.