A lighthearted look at writing.(Kevin Hughes) Author's Note:
I never tried Flash Fiction for Humor before. This...is my first attempt. Perhaps...my last.
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Fingers flew across the keyboard: “It was a dark and stormy night…”. A moment’s thought while the fingers paused - the Author reconsidered. “It was a very dark, even gloomy, stormy night.” A smile lit the Author’s face…another pause. “It was so very dark, so very stormy, and... it was night.” A grimace on the Author’s Face reflected both their frustration and their disappointment at the words on the screen.

A quick walk to the kitchen, a kettle set to boil, and the sounds of rummaging around cabinets to find the last roll of Ritz Crackers- gave a physical outlet to the mental effort of thinking up a better sentence for the Story. The Author paid little attention to the almost hypnotic up and down dipping of the tea bag (mashing the tea to a deep mangrove forest tan color) - for the mind of the Author was pounding out and discarding edits at breakneck speed. A bit of milk, a touch of honey, a sip to scald the top lip enough to cause a little shriek, an “Urk” to escape the Author’s lip- a paper towel quickly brushed against their chest and the spill was…mostly…wiped clean.

Back to the keyboard.

“It was literally a dark and stormy night.” A shrug. A head shake. A mashing of the delete key and backspace bar. Start over:

“It was a kind of a dark, sort of stormy night…”

No. Start again:

“It was the deep velvet of a jewelers cloth with a raging howling wet wind that made the night so dark and stormy…”

Oh, the heck with it:

“It was raining!"

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