A Social Media Christmas – 100 Word Flash Fiction

Image courtesy of Dale Rogerson

 

It’s picture-perfect. Instagram ready.

The table set for twelve. Silver napkins. Crackers glittering gold.  Fairy lights twinkle from the tree in the corner.

I bubble Processco into glasses before straightening the place cards, each name written in cursive script.

With my phone I snap a selfie, chin tilted, eyes wide, mouth pouting. Santa hat balanced cutely upon my glossy hair.

Can’t wait for you guys to arrive!!! #YouKnowWhoYouAre

Immediately the ‘likes’ start rolling in but today I don’t care.

There’s nobody coming.

Again.

I weep as I pack everything away.

850k followers and I’m alone.

Always alone.

Merry Christmas.

 

This time of year can bring immense joy but it can also be the cause of unimaginable sadness. Let’s all look out for each other. Check on your friends, your neighbours, your family. Pick up the phone instead of commenting on a post. Social media can be distorted. Misleading. Above everything, Christmas should be a time for caring. Kindness is contagious, be a carrier.

 

‘A Social Media Christmas’ was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly challenge to write a 100-word piece of flash fiction, inspired by a photo prompt. Hosted by the fabulous Rochell Wisoff-Fields, you can read the other entries and/or join in yourself here.

 

Wine & Writing – My life in the W.I.

 

When the WI contacted me and asked if I wanted to be featured in the June WI Life Magazine I was thrilled for about five seconds until they uttered the words ‘photo shoot.’ Gulp.

I needn’t have worried. I wasn’t going to be alone. The theme for the issue was ‘friendship’ and they were interested in the support I received from other WI members during the process of writing The Gift and The Sister.

Writing can be lonely, isolating. It’s vital for a writer to have a strong support network, otherwise it’s easy to slip into a pyjama-wearing, biscuit eating, end up talking to only the cat, lifestyle. Occasionally, it’s nice to prise myself away from my keyboard and talk to people I haven’t created in my head, over a glass of wine.

“My WI sisters became my champions, commiserating when my early chapters were rejected, and delighted for me when I finally got a book deal.”

You can read the full article from WI Life here.