Following the acceptance of one of my 420-character flash fiction pieces to Short, Fast And Deadly last week, I discovered this week that I have also won a competition on The World Cloud. This was a nice surprise. Apparently I've won either flowers or champagne. I chose champagne despite being currently unable to drink alcohol, on the grounds that I can give it to someone else as a present. Thrift comes naturally to those of us who have spent the majority of their lives skint.
The competition was to write 200 words from the point of view of an inanimate object. I chose the wedding ring of a couple getting married in the early months of the Second World War. It didn't turn out at all as I intended. I actually had in mind my grandmother, who wore her wedding ring through almost 60 years of marriage before managing to lose it somehow, a year or two after my grandfather died. But a 200 word limit didn't allow me to encompass the key events in the life of a wedding ring and sadly I had to kill the husband off in the war. Cruel of me, really, but you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.
I should point out, for the sake of honesty, that this competition didn't have a great deal of entries and most of them were drivel, so I'm not as excited as I might otherwise have been. But winning was, as my mother would say, better than than a kick in the teeth.