Interview with Salvatore Buttaci, author of 200 Shorts
200 SHORTS is a collection of flash fiction stories, each one under 1,000 words. Like the offerings at a smorgasbord, there’s something for everyone, the ideal book for readers on the go: they can read entire stories in a page or two while riding life’s treadmill to and from work, on breaks, etc. That’s what we love about flash fiction. Is there a theme that links the stories in the collection? Interspersed are ninety-one bio-flashes that follow Anthony Lanzetti from grade school in the 1950s to 1965, the year he lived in Sicily. Have you got any favourites? Tell us about them. Mrs. Penelope is teaching her fourth graders how to write a strong hook to draw readers into their story compositions. When Frankie Boyd, who was absent a few days with the flu, is called on to recite his effort, mean Mrs. Penelope belittles him for pronouncing the word “fury” as “furry,” the way he spelled it in his opening sentence. Frankie holds his ground and all hell breaks loose. Hmm, OK. Can’t tell where that might go. We’re going to have to read it to find out. Got another one? Uncle Benny shows Anthony the rusty old wagon hanging on the garage wall. He promises one day to paint it so it looks good as new, a present he will eventually give his young nephew. Short on patience, Anthony has other ideas and an essential life lesson to learn about the waiting game. You mentioned something called bio-flashes. What’s that about? That leads us neatly to our next question: tell us about yourself. I am married to my forever love, Sharon Lee. Have you written any other books that we should read next? I am currently editing two novels: CARMELU THE SICILIAN and UNDER THE DOME OF NOONAN. Do you have a website where we can keep up with your work? How can we follow you on Twitter and/or Facebook? How easily do new storylines come to you? If we give you four random words – Man, Woman, Airport, Darkness – can you give us a brief storyline? Fair enough. Does anything come to you from our words? The plane was late arriving. When Travis walked into the passenger waiting room, Karen saw the woman beside him. They were holding hands. She kissed him and he returned the kiss. His sister? Hardly. Karen turned her face towards the exit and headed towards her car. She’d drive away in the darkness but having seen the light in time, she smiled up at the rear view mirror. What’s next – for you, we mean, not for Karen? |
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