I was talking with a friend about a Twitter-based fiction contest that he’d seen, and he mentioned that this contest had stipulated genre requirements. So, of course, the conversation turned to how short a story could possibly be and still have some recognizable genre. I postulated that it wouldn’t take much at all:
“A final tear dripped down her dying cheek. Cancer! On our wedding day!” [Drama/romance]
“A final tear dripped down her dying cheek. Tuberculosis! On our wedding day!” [Period romance]
“A final tear dripped down her dying cheek. Nanobots! On our wedding day!” [Sci-fi]
“A final acidic tear dripped down her dying, scaly cheek. Dragon cancer! On our wedding day!” [Fantasy]
“A sultry bead of sweat dripped down her heaving bosom. Lust! On our wedding day!” [Erotica]
“A bloody tear dripped down her already-rotting cheek. Zombies! On our wedding day!” [Horror]
“A final tear dripped down her bullet-riddled cheek. Mobsters! On our court date!” [Crime]
“A final tear dripped down her dying cheek. Cancer! On our gay wedding day!” [Gay/lesbian]
“A final tear dripped down her goggles to her sprocket-laden corset. Brass poisoning! On our wedding day!” [Steampunk]
In fact, I bet between all of us we could write microfiction in every conceivable genre. Leave a comment and let’s prove it.