I am very late getting my entry in to the first Campaigner Challenge, but hopefully I have just made it in time! And what is the Challenge, you might be asking yourself? Well, Rachael Harries, our intrepid leader, set the following task:
Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem, but must begin with the words, "The door swung open" and these four words are to be included in the word count.
For an added challenge, the story can end with the words, "The door swung shut" and a final challenge is to make the whole shebang 200 words exactly!
Well, I managed to do all three so I am feeling well pleased with myself! Please go and vote for me on Rachael's site if you like what you read below (I think I am #347). I've left it very late though as the competition ends tomorrow night! Yikes!
The door swung open.
Damn! Why the hell don’t they make better doors on changing rooms, she thought, hurriedly trying to pull it shut, but not managing to grab it in time.
She was in the middle of trying on a bra and stood there, exposed and vulnerable, with the clasps of the bra straining dangerously around her generous middle. Her large, heavy bosoms hung freely, resting on her rolls of fat. Three faces swiveled curiously in her direction as she looked up in utter horror. She was already hot and sweaty after a morning looking for new underwear and the lack of air conditioning wasn’t helping matters.
The slim, snooty shop assistant took the opportunity to grab the door and peer intrusively.
“Does Madam wish me to find a larger size?” she enquired loudly.
No! She did not want the skinny cow to find her a larger anything. She wanted to give up and go home, back to the safety of her cosy well-stocked kitchen, where the bloody doors didn’t open at inopportune moments!
“N-no thank you,” she stuttered, in abject humiliation. “I’m fine.”
And that was precisely why she hated shopping, she thought, as the door swung shut.