I entered NYCMidnight's Flash Fiction contest again this year. At this point, it's more of a tradition than attempt to win, which is a good thing considering I came in 14th out of 15 top entries. (not too far to fall completely off the chart) I was assigned to Group 71: Political Satire We were assigned a smoke filled room for our setting and an umbrella for our prop. It took me until the 11th hour to find an idea I even wanted to build on (story of my actual non-fiction life, too) With our current political climate so rife with strife, I couldn't find anything that felt neutral or safe to skewer a little. I ran with the idea of personifying 'Just A. Bill' (you know, the one who lives on Capitol Hill) Back in June, one Sunday after church, I started writing around 3 PM and finished the same evening just ahead of the midnight deadline by a smidge. With some time lost, no doubt, to bathroom breaks, coffee refills, the closing of Pa...