"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
Hostilities commenced at ten o’clock sharp. Ammunition, stacked high, fired through the air at alarming rate. Not a soul spared – everyone a target. Some involved grinned devilishly as targets presented themselves. Direct hits in the back, sides and sometimes face resulted. Once little Elmer Smith began to cry in the middle of action, battle became emotional for everyone. Elmer’s big brother leapt out with ammo running low to help him. Elmer cried all the way inside home base and felt better with a cup of hot cocoa. The Hurling Street snowball fight would resume tomorrow without Elmer, he’s only five.
(Author’s notes) February 21st, 2016: Pittsburgh
It’s the end of winter for me. I just helped my wife, yesterday, clean out the car. We wore short sleeves and the kids ran up and down the sidewalk. Sure there’s a chance of snow on Tuesday, but It’s over and done with for me. Just around the corner is spring and warm weather. So, revisiting the winter, I turned some heavy action into innocent fun that, as some of us remember, sometimes wasn’t so much fun.