Every Friday authors from around the world gather around the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Claire Fuller. Thanks, Claire, for this intriguing and beautiful image.
The Rhythm and the Algorithm
“No Smoking in Workshop.” I laughed.
“There’s nobody in it, ergo they all smoke.”
“Quod erat demonstrandum – not – mathemawifician. They could’ve been abducted by aliens.”
He shook his head.
“You’re right – no bones.”
“A palimpsest of time. Sunlight falling on a still-pleasing arrangement of line, plane, form and rhythm.”
“Algorithm. Initial state, initial input describing a computation which, executed, proceeds, eventually producing an output.”
I glanced at him. A tear was following a furrow in his cheek.
“I’m not describing the workshop.”
“What then, over-emotional artist husband?”
“The woman I married 30 years ago today.”
Click on the blue frog to access the stories written to this week’s photo prompt by my Fellow Friday Fictioneers: