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miramichireader's review
5.0
Here’s an authorized excerpt from Ms. Schauber’s story, “The Little Island.”
When she first saw the painting [Little Island by Alfred J. Casson], she was gobsmacked; her pale-grey eyes, wild and electric. The Little Island was a paradise.
She imagined herself strolling along its shoreline, warm sand, pebbles, and driftwood. She’d sit a while under the large Beech tree, its pointed buds unfolding. A sudden whoosh, the drumbeat of wings, a sandhill crane crosses the lake, its shadow gracing the pink granite below.
That gives you a little taste of what you can expect from the contents and how they inspire the writer; revealing any more would spoil this particular story! Other writers put the reader right inside the painting. Given the space for a story of just a few hundred words in length to work with, they manage to craft some amazing flash fiction.
When she first saw the painting [Little Island by Alfred J. Casson], she was gobsmacked; her pale-grey eyes, wild and electric. The Little Island was a paradise.
She imagined herself strolling along its shoreline, warm sand, pebbles, and driftwood. She’d sit a while under the large Beech tree, its pointed buds unfolding. A sudden whoosh, the drumbeat of wings, a sandhill crane crosses the lake, its shadow gracing the pink granite below.
That gives you a little taste of what you can expect from the contents and how they inspire the writer; revealing any more would spoil this particular story! Other writers put the reader right inside the painting. Given the space for a story of just a few hundred words in length to work with, they manage to craft some amazing flash fiction.
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