Do I have to?
I've never written flash fiction IN MY LIFE!
So here goes!
The goldfish bowl teetered on the edge of Jody’s dream, floating on a bed of white fur. She reached out, tracing her fingertips along the cold glass rim. It felt so real. So fragile.
She leaned forward, pressing her nose against the side of the bowl and watched the tiny bubbles rise to the surface and pop. First one. Then another. Each formed by the puckered lips of her chubby friend, Bob.
Bob winked. Then meowed.
Jody woke with a start to find her cat, Fiona, dipping a paw into the fishbowl where Bob frantically tried to escape her claws.
So that's it. 100 words on the dot. Let me know what you think, then click HERE to go read all the other entries.