My husband, Freddy, is an EMT (currently studying to become a paramedic) / Firefighter. During the evenings of his night shifts I write. I don’t “wait for the muse to strike”, if I am without a project to work on I take to Pinterest photography boards – they make excellent story prompts. On the night I wrote the flash fiction piece, “As You Swing at the Edge of the World”, I had found this photo:
The image is of a swing, rigged above a sharp Ecuadorian cliff overlooking the rainforest. The dark fog of this photo made me think of stupor, I imagined the disorientation of it like the spins that accompany drunkenness. I imagined a shoe falling from my feet…
and thus we have “As You Swing at the Edge of the World”.
(click to watch a video reading of the story).
The story was published by Bare Fiction Magazine, a literary review based out of Britain.