When did you last read or write #Flashfiction ? #WEP

WEP fictionFlash fiction is not for fainthearted writers, and I’m writing this pretty much last minute. Posting this slapdashfic because I need to do something to make sure my wakeful hours tonight are pleasant, or at the very least, bearable. Not taking my writing seriously, engaging in play, is often the best relaxation.

In the last few weeks, I lost a dear one, traveled between a few towns and cities, took traumatic flights, but more about that in another post.

For now, here’s my stab at the WEP flash fiction challenge hosted by Write…Edit…Publish, written in a few minutes, with a kitchen timer on the counter.


flash fiction wep challengeAlways with the goddamn whistling.

He tried to shut it out, but the tune that disturbed his childhood dreams  wouldn’t leave him alone. One long note, followed by two staccato breaths in quick succession, and then a drawn-out trill that could be a lullaby, or a warning.

He sat on the bedroom windowsill, feet dangling, kicking air. The breeze this high up felt like hands on his coat, swaying him one way, then the other. Or maybe it was the single malt. Or the whistling, the never-stopping-one-two-two of it, the way it seemed to be a sound and a beckoning, a taste of something old, an unwanted caress at the back of his neck. A push.

Lisa said he thought too much, she’d said that on their wedding day, and on many a day in the thirty years since.

He looked down at the toy cars far below, at the ant-like people in colorful gear and considered how he could make it all stop for just a second. No sound, no whistles, no scraping footsteps at his bedside at night. Lisa, though. What would Lisa do on the high white bed, when rainfall cast twisted shadows on the windowpanes? Would the whistling find her?

He leaned forward and Lisa’s perfume came to him, as if he were nuzzling her neck right before they left for a concert, or when she lay with her head on his arm, face curled into the sheets.

They said they’d buried her. That she had left, gone wherever people go, depending on what or who you believe. He believed no one, because they’d lied to him before. His mother had gone, but she’d never left. Each time he was swamped by his father’s whiskey-soaked tunes, she came to him, and stayed.

Now here was the tune again.

Lisa, Lisa. He whispered the name over and over, the two short syllables that had come to mean his days and contain his nights. He leaned out further and called to her, till he couldn’t hear the whistling, only the air swishing past, whizzing now, the throbbing at his temples, the flap and rustle of his coat, and the silence of the earth rushing up.

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  1. claire o'sullivan

    this was great! I don’t read a lot of flash fiction, well, some. But I found myself … whistling. Oh, mercy. And the MCs inability to overcome his horrible OCD bringing him to kill not just himself to end the agony. And I have heard someone absolutely agonize about something not too dissimilar, but it was clearing destroying her joy. The phrase ‘eat your heart out,’ had become a visual, one she couldn’t stop hearing in her head or seeing. So sad.

  2. ksrikrishna

    Holy cow! Eminently relatable and scary – the image of the skyscraper only added to it. I think as Natalie Goldberg says, keeping your hand moving can make good fiction happen. Keep at it. Brava!

  3. Tom Burton

    Fantastic story! So raw and emotional to read. You envelop the reader in a truly emotional scene with some stunning imagery of loss and heartbreak. Keep writing! 🙂

  4. Leigh W. Smith

    I’m catching up on reading your blog, Damyanti (as if you couldn’t tell). Excellent story. Lyrical foreshadowing, interesting POV, a lot of showing rather than telling me how to feel; I really believe I inhabited this melancholic character for a good while. I loved all the sensory details, too, especially in terms of the sounds. Bravo. I find flash fiction to be as difficult, if not more difficult, to write as short stories, honestly. And I’m an expert at neither!

  5. Cameron Petrie

    Yeah, flash fiction is very hard. You did good for the short time you had to write it!

    I prefer reading shorter writings than novels, flash has more to offer me that something that takes a few weeks to read and ends in the same result.

    Sorry for your loss but I’m happy to see that you are able to channel it through some writing!


  6. jlennidorner

    A really nice bit of flash fiction here. Glad you jumped in. Sounds like you’re having a rough go right now. I know how it is, sadly. But, at least, unlike the character here, I’m not haunted by ghosts. So that’s something, eh? Good work with the prompt.

  7. DG Hudson

    A sad flash, but well written, even if fast. For some it’s too much to exist after our heart’s love has gone for whatever reason. Grief can take over your life if you sink into it. Hope things improve in your life.

  8. aj vosse

    To answer your question… I’ve just read flash fiction… and a powerful tale it was!
    Thanks for writing it… it’s got me on two levels… pondering your story and thinking about something I wrote a while ago… plunging toward the earth!

  9. dgkaye

    Well done Damyanti! I’ve only recently hopped on to a few Flash challenges, but limited to 99 words. That’s a feat in itself, getting the whole story in by eliminating unnecessary words. 🙂 x

  10. Kaye Spencer


    This piece of flash fiction was as beautiful as it was gut-wrenching. I felt his pain. I understood his grief. Well done. 😉

  11. Over Soil

    Oh wow, I’ve not hears of flash fiction before, but as my adult son says “Every day is a school day”. Love the bit ‘… the silence of the earth rushing up.’ Thank you for sharing <3

  12. Nilanjana Bose

    Doesn’t feel slapdash. The anguished tone is spot on, and superb imagery. Thanks for a lovely, poignant read. Great to see you at the WEP!

  13. Adura Ojo

    Literally died because death got to him and he felt his heart couldn’t live another day. You captured the anguish so well. Love the pace. Good use of the prompt too.

  14. pjlazos

    Oh my, wow! That was really good. I’ve never written flash fiction. I guess I’m not that acquainted with brevity! :o)

  15. ianscyberspace

    Whatever the circumstances childhood trauma intrudes into the rest of a person’s life unannounced and constant. Some can suppress and lead a somewhat normal life, but sometimes the suppressed feelings can scream for resolution. Some find help from the medical profession in various pays and some seek other means to shut down those disruptive voices and cancel their inner pain.

  16. lgkeltner

    i’m sorry to hear you’ve been through such tumultuous times. I admire you for writing with everything going on.

    This story is powerful and haunting. I feel like it’s going to stick with me for a long while. Well done!

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks for the kind words, Laura. It is often in the hardest times that I reach for the keyboard.

  17. DJ Cockburn

    I particularly like the detail of the two-tone note, that could be saying ‘come back’ or ‘jump’ or both. Really impressed that you wrote this to a time limit!

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks so much. I pretty much write most of my stuff with a timer, so it has become second nature for me. Flash is easier to write this way, and then rewrite later.

  18. Rebecca Douglass

    That’s a really evocative story. Moving and a little eerie, but really more the former.

    Good job getting something written in light of all the rest of life. I love the WEP, and really any challenge that gets me to writing whether I feel like it or not. This is my second WEP and I’m sold 🙂

    As for Halloween… I’m ignoring it.

  19. Rajlakshmi

    Wow this was such an excellent read. Absolutely loved it. You should write more. I love reading your fiction.
    I am sorry for your loss and hope that you feel better soon.

  20. Michelle Wallace (@mishy1727)

    Beautiful, Damyanti!
    It’s written in your signature style that I’ve come to know and love! 🙂

    Please link your flash fiction to the WEP+IWSG badge that’s pinned to the top, over at the IWSG Facebook page, so that others can read your lovely work.
    Thank you!

  21. dolorah at Book Lover

    Sad how depression can overwhelm. Your character is so well developed, his emotional state so vivid. Very well done Damyanti. I am sorry for all your sorrows over the last few months. I hope all gets better for you soon.

  22. StuHN

    I’ve felt like this, off and on, over someone you and I know. This kind of did me in, emotionally. Great writing as I’d expect from you.

  23. Denise Covey

    Hey Damyanti!

    First, thank you for posting and under such duress. I’m sorry for the turmoil in your life at the moment, I hope you’re reaching an equilibrium again. However sitting down to write a flash can prove cathartic. You’ve certainly nailed the emotion here – ‘He…considered how he could make it all stop for just a second. No sound, no whistles, no scraping footsteps at his bedside at night.’ Wow. You kept me on the edge of my seat throughout. And that ending,,,woo,,,who’s going to forget that?

    Thanks for posting to WEP. I’m glad we gave you a reason to sit down and write!

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks, Denise. It’s been a tough few weeks.

      I don’t know if this one was cathartic, but it certainly felt satisfying to write–I don’t write much fiction on the site, but now I’m beginning to think: why not? It is just play, and perhaps a display of courage in hanging out a first draft in front of my blog friends.

      Over the years, I think I’ve become too careful with my writing. Slapdash is a good antidote, it takes away preciousness from writing. All we need is a few good sentences, and a good story, right? Thanks for letting me play!

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks, Roland. This is how I write most of my work, in short bursts, and then, a lot of rewriting. There wasn’t any rewriting in this one, nor tweaking (other than trying to catch all the typos).

  24. Susan Swiderski

    This piece is heart-wrenching and beautifully written. For you to churn something this powerful out while a timer ticks beside you absolutely boggles my mind. Great job!

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Susan, I practice timed writing a lot. I may not always produce quality, but I do create fodder for rewriting.

      Glad you liked this one–it can be tweaked and improved, and maybe I will. Now that it is up on this blog, no magazine will want it–but not all of my work is for magazines, or even for readers 🙂

  25. hilarymb

    Hi Damyanti – beautifully written … sadly so true – I just hope happiness is reached when it all ends.

    I’m sorry to read about the grief you are experiencing from the loss of a loved one – with thoughts to you and the family … take care – Hilary

    • Damyanti Biswas

      I lost my grandma, Hilary, she was in her nineties–the grief is more at the passing away of a way of life and an institution. I don’t think I’d ever be able to live up to my grandparents.

      • hilarymb

        Hi Damyanti – it’s always a shock … I don’t really remember mine and didn’t spend too much time with my Ma’s mother, my father’s mother died when I was too young … but I’m sure your grandmother was inspirational to you (as you so clearly imply) and to the family … my heartfelt sadness for you … and yes we all have our own ways of embracing life and giving of our best … you do – so take heart and I just wish you peace as you adjust and think – they live on with us … big hugs xoxo

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks, Olga. Emotional truth is what I seek when I write, so I’m glad you sensed it in this writing exercise.

    • Damyanti Biswas

      You’re so kind, Jemi. This was just a quick writing exercise, thanks to Denise and Yolanda’s excellent event!

  26. Esha M Dutta

    I could sense your character’s confusion and pain both, at once and very intensely! Beautifully written piece. Haven’t written in a long time, but love to read one, any day.

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks, Esha. I Just wanted to write a piece about whistling, to go with deja vu’. This character and his suffering appeared by themselves on the page, and I just let them be–that’s my job as a writer, I find, letting characters appear as they will, and do their thing.

      This was a sort of quick writing exercise–most real writing comes through rewriting, imo. Hope you write again soon.

    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks Yolanda for visiting, and for organising this challenge. Sorry I haven’t been able to participate before. Flash is my playtime writing, and I enjoyed writing this one. Happy Halloween!

  27. Bhavna Saurabh Sharma

    I wanted to stop in between………………(Because I am alone at home) but couldn’t.
    Damyanti, I think this will remain with me for long….


    • Damyanti Biswas

      Thanks, Bhavna. And I’m sorry if your time alone was disturbed in any way by this piece. Will check your blog for the posts I missed in the past two weeks.