I knew It Wasn't Gonna Be This Easy...

[chicating]

And I'm not sure the thing I wrote for this flash fiction contest was my most confident work, but still hurts a little, even with the new, happy-talk rejection slips that tell us how great we are(Does this truly help anyone? Except that poor girl on "The Middle" that everything made happy for no reason? Sue Heck, that's her name...)
Went against previous habit and started rewriting new "Riding Hood" piece, just to feel in my heart there aren't only two things I can do--If I love it, I may submit somewhere else. If I don't microfiction is small enough to bury.