Can flash fiction be poetry? or Flash Poetic Prose
August 13, 2009 § 21 Comments
In Linda Cassidy Lewis’s first attempt at flash fiction (a well done piece and one you’ll especially appreciate if you’ve participated in online dating), she commented that it might be easy for me because I am a poet.
What she didn’t know is that I started writing flash fiction and abandoned it when I fell in love with poetry. In writing fiction I always wrote short (I had the same problem in school: More, they would tell me, it needs to be longer.) – too short for many people, including the editors to whom I submitted my favorite pieces.
So now I’m wondering, can flash fiction be prose poetry or simply poetry? Is it a genre/definition issue when it’s not quite one or another? So, I’m asking you to do me a favor – how would you classify this?
I’m sweating, heart pounding as I reach the road, cars roaring, puffing exhaust fumes. He’s mad so he’ll be close behind. I start walking, shoes tugged by the melting tar.
“Hey, girl, wanna ride?”
“No, thanks, mister.”
Car speeds off, tires spitting. Gravel kicks my shin and I spit on the hot spot.
Gas station’s not far. Maybe Ned’ll be there with the key to the soda box. Ice cold would taste real good right now, my stomach’s still dry from last night’s crackers.
“Girl, get in.”
My heart jumps and I double sweat.
“No, mister, go’way.”
Car stays by me, I can’t see my shadow, it’s too big.
I start to run, into the scratchy grass, pack slamming against my back, bouncing off my kidneys.
Car door slams.
Wonder when Daddy’s coming.