As I’ve mentioned before, not terribly long after I moved north I joined a local writer’s group. I’ve belonged to a few before, and while the experience hasn’t always been a complete success, usually the presence of other writers and the sharing of works supplies a boost of motivation to get my own work done, and that’s something we all need now and again. The difference this time is that this group specializes in flash fiction, which is new(ish) for me and under the aegis of the local library, with links to the wider community.
In short, the library and a local theater group leader are collaborating to turn some of the work from the flash fiction group into podcasts. There are grants involved and other official stuff, but mostly it will involve the members reading their own work, either as part of audio anthologies or even single author audio collections. A lot of this hasn’t been worked out yet, but it appears promising. In preparation we were asked to list some of our favorite lines from the flash pieces we’d done within group.
I mean, sure, I’m doing it, but I have to admit these sort of listings make me a little uncomfortable. First, in any unified (I hope) work, a single sentence out of context loses…well, context. Some of my favorite sentences make absolutely no sense if separated from the sentences around them, so I had to take that into account. Then again, I’m reminded of Damon Knight’s opinion of “killer” first lines, in that the problem with those is that you spend the rest of the time trying to justify the line rather than just telling the F%%%#G STORY. So my openings tend not to be so killer, just, I hope, grabbing enough to get you to the next line, and the next, and so on until the end. So I couldn’t just pull out opening lines…except sometimes. Hey, no one’s perfect.
Regardless, and with all the caveats listed or implied above, here are the five lines I’ve chosen:
“There’s a crow’s nest in the crow’s nest, sir.”
“I wasn’t sure what a secret was, but apparently it was some sort of dangerous animal that needed confining.”
“I’m going to tell you three stories, only two of which are true.”
“Everyone dances…sooner or later.”
“Right, of course it was—all I had to do was tell the Queen of bloody Elfland to sod off and everything would have been jolly.”
Yeats did all right. When you’re a genius you get away with stuff like that.
Oh me.. I had to look up the definition of flash fiction.
I’d like to read the 3 stories referred to, in sentence 3; Raymond Smullyan comes to mind…and William Yeats had some killer lines, don’t you think?