Here’s what I came up with for this month’s Atlanta Writers Club’s 50-word prompt contest. I am still working on short-form fiction like this. It’s fun to challenge my literary muscles in various ways, and this monthly, single-word prompt is a surefire way to do so.
The word prompt was “joy.”
My heart skips a beat as the lights flicker with surging electricity. The other watchers flinch, cringe as smoke rises from his convulsing limbs.
I lean in.
Wish I could smell him sizzle.
Living, he made me feel unclean. Reusable.
Dying before my eyes, he makes me feel pristine joy.
