Monday Micro-fiction Story Contest – Hurricane Sandy

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Hurricane Sandy

Every Monday, we’ll be doing a series of collaborative competitions where an artist provides us with a photograph or a painting (or something else) and we will attach a short story of  250 words or less. We ask you to do the same and give us your best story of 250 words or less. We’ll have a guest judge each week who will weigh in and choose the winner. The winners shall then be eligible for entrance into the Eternal Hall of Fame.

This week’s image comes to us from the National Weather Service  entitled Hurricane Sandy. Click HERE to read our story and enter yours below in the COMMENTS (scroll to the bottom). We’ll announce the WINNER next Monday.

STORY: He reached toward the canvass, extending the tip of a butterfly brush, gently massaging the bristles in a counter clockwise motion to stir a turbulent patch of clouds that surged above the blue-black ocean.

He stepped back, and further back, and still far back, as he could go, within the narrow confines of his garage, filled as it was with old Christmas decorations,  boxes containing tax returns, and assorted sentimental memorabilia he had collected throughout his life. Why he could not bring himself to throw away a sixty ounce collector’s cup featuring the Omni-Coaster, the only upside down, standing, octo-cork-screw on the eastern seaboard, he had no idea.

He set the cup down. He leaned close to the painting, squinting into the wrath he had made there. Using a short slender brush made from a single hair of musk-ox, he drew a  little X where Hurricane Sandy would land.