I loved Frasier Armitage’s ending to my flash fiction story, “The Lost Cadet.” It literally gave me goosebumps as I read it for the first time.
I was reading along, not even halfway through the finish, and I thought, “Yes, this is good! This story is worthy of being a winner!”
As I was setting up the page–I have to create a new blog post for the complete, winning story–I was in such a good mood. Was it because I love editing and fixing the space marks? No. I do enjoy editing, but not that much.
I took a seven-minute break–yes, I timed it–to unload the dishwasher. Because real life seeps in through the seams of our best fictional lives no matter how much we caulk them. I found myself singing “Let the Good Times Roll” by the Cars.
“Let the good times roll. Let good times ro-ooll! Let the GOOD … TIMES … ROLL!”
My grandmother, Eloise, used to say you can always tell a man is in a good mood when he’s whistling. I’ve found that to be true of men and women and equally true of whistling, singing or even just humming.
So, Frasier, thanks so much for giving a great ending to the January Contest story! Let the good times roll!