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Flash Fiction Friday

First Published: 2023 December 15

Draft 1

It’s another Friday,1 which means it’s time for another installment in Flash Fiction Friday Fthinking.2 The prompt this week is “A promise to break”. The prompt givers implied that it was a promise which would be broken, but that is not where my mind went.

I’m immediately reminded of a line in Seanan McGuire’s Middlegame, which I don’t remember perfectly, and so will not attempt to quote. The gist of the line, though, is about compelling someone to continue, rather than stop. I’m not totally sure how that reminded me of the prompt, except that I read it as a promise to break something.

Breaking is an inherently dynamic action, which makes it good for me, a person who struggles to have plots, especially in flash fiction. So, if we assume that there’s a promise which involves breaking, what does that require?

On some level, it requires two entities. I suppose that one can, in theory, make a promise to oneself, but that feels not like the story I want to tell here.

I’m debating between realism, fantasy, and sci fi. If scifi, there’s the option of like “when the barrier falls do X”, which is similar for fantasy. Actually, the FFF I’ve written since coming back from hiatus have all been shades of realism. Let’s lean into the fantastic, just for a day.

So, fantasy. What’s breaking, what’s the promise?

One element of fantasy I love is how binding promises are.

Given that it’s now very late out, I find that I want to write a sonnet to respond to the prompt, because I don’t really have the energy3 to do a story, the rest of this blog, and muse. As I walked home, though, I ran into an issue. When I think of fantasy poetry, I think of ballads and ballad form, which is in triple meter. I am currently in a sonnet phase, which requires iambic pentameter. Still, there’s nothing saying I can’t just go for it. Will report back when finished.

So, it wasn’t the best sonnet that I’ve ever written, but it certainly wasn’t the worst either. All in all, I think that I’m actually pretty happy with it. I managed to tell a narrative, and that’s really what’s important.

Now, readers of the blog might wonder what kept me from writing all day. In order, there was a department party, a secret santa4 reveal, a thesis defense and accompanying celebrations, and then two parties. Each lasted just a little bit longer5 than I was expecting, but I don’t regret the time at all. Time with people is never time wasted.

Daily Reflection:


  1. more like Fri-yay, am I right?↩︎

  2. I’m sure that I could have come up with a better word, but it’s still early and I’m developing a burgeoning caffeine addiction↩︎

  3. or, quite frankly, the time left in the day↩︎

  4. officially snowflake, but we’ll ignore that↩︎

  5. or, in the case of the second party, quite a bit longer↩︎

  6. because I did it in public both times, the second of which was at the second party, where everyone gathered around and sang silent night↩︎

  7. there has to be a better way to say that, but I cannot think of it right now, I’m sorry↩︎