As usual, your task is to create a 25-word or less piece of fiction using the word. Now that we’re giving away prizes to each week’s winner, we’re expecting big things from you guys. As usual, extra points for making us laugh.
Keep your story to 25 words or less, include the word “specious,” write it out in the comments section below, click “Notify” to keep abreast of your competition, and feel free to use a pseudonym if you’re shy.
Last week, a good many of you non-dilettantes stepped up to the plate and gave us some great stories. Choosing a winner was extra tough this time around. Among our favorites were Hal’s “For sale: dilettante’s painting, never shown,” Laura’s alliterative awesomeness, past winner Ava Love’s reference to Strunk & White, and, of course, Jo’s haiku.
But there can only be one winner–and that winner is Danielle, for the following story, which is a succinct and spot-on representation of the spirit of dilettanteness. Or dilettanteneity. Dilettantitude.
“The dilettante reached for his sword, paused, then let his hand fall. Shrugging, he turned around. The dragon wasn’t important. A drink was.”
Congrats, Danielle. Drop me a line at david[at]writebynight.net to claim your prize.