Flash Fiction: He Looked Up

About three weeks ago, I participated in a fun flash fiction writing contest in my office, with a couple of my colleagues. The rules were simple. One hour to write a hundred words story that begins with the words “The floor tastes like…”

They kept saying Lara, you’re a published author don’t participate with us, and at the end of the day…I’m proud to announce I didn’t win, so they can eat their words now! I love the story, and I’m very proud of my work. How do you think I did?