And a mini-metropolis it was, complete with plumbing, electric, food, and ale even the ancient Romans would re-die for.
Sure, The Gentlemen of the Road tour is no Rome, but it only took hours to construct. Early on, I marveled at plumbers, electricians, roadies, and traffic cops all working in harmony-the true backup to the bands to come. Water lines–while not exactly an aqueduct– snaked their way to and fro offering clean water for over 16,000 people. Enough electric cable to power 68 acres and miles of fencing made their debut in only a day as well.
I could not help but think of the comparison of novels (Rome) to flash fiction (the festival.) Less than 1000 words, and often much less thank that, flash fiction tells a story succinctly. Ernest Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words, and is said to have called it his best work.
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” E.H.
What can take others aqueduct-length lines to get their point across, Hemingway made it look simple in six little words. His story offers both a casual format and hours of possible contemplation. The Gentlemen of the Road tour and their roadies produced a Hemingway-like feat, offering me hours of contemplation as well. Here is my attempt at flash fiction:
The sparkly Lycra tights were unforgiving, and the gray hairs thick with sweat plastered her head tired from years of rhythm and blues and Aqua-net. Still she danced, turning toward the bright lights and youthful faces and screamed, “Freebird!”
Not quite E.H. But then again, Rome wasn’t built in a day~
Go ahead, give it a shot. I’d love to read some of your flash fiction.
Photo Credit: Felicia Knight, Bangor Daily News