Friday Fictioneers: Padma

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.


PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

I was tempted to write a story about Flower Blossom McLotus who is a character from my Norman Normalson & The Normals universe. The problem with that is its absurd, and for those uninitiated with that universe, it would appear to be a mess, the ravings of a lunatic. Maybe people who experienced the ’60s would think, “Yeah, I remember doing drugs.” The thing is, I don’t do, nor have I ever done, drugs beyond a few herbal inhalations and the consumption of fermented grapes. I’m just weird. It’s also an example of what can happen when I’m not restrained to 100 words and allowed to let my imagination run free like a kindergartner off its leash and Ritalin. Cutting down to 100 words would be a lot more work than writing a new story. If you want to read a story about a failed ballerina ninja who flunked out of The Lexi P. Lodeham School Of Dance, Martial Arts, Chicanery, and Silent But Deadly Farts turned repairman turned reluctant space pirate and social media mogul click here. It’s about half way down the page starting with “The voyage was pretty uneventful…” His story continues in A Nearly Norman Christmas. In Prose. Being An Alien Story Of Christmas.

For those who don’t, here’s my story for the week.

Padma

My plan of a picnic dinner at an illuminated fountain was doomed from the start. I thought Lily would appreciate the glowing water lily.

No. It was cold and the fountain was noisy. She couldn’t see past that and enjoy the view. She couldn’t see the view at all.

I should have known Robbie meant blind date literally.

It wasn’t until she started dating our friend Charlie that I got to know Lily.

She was amazing. I realized, she didn’t find fault with the details of our date. It was me. I was disappointed. I was prejudice. I was blind.

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      1. You forgot the accent mark. Oh! You mean… It’s been done, overdone. That’s how it becomes cliché. I try to be original. I try to take a story to the unexpected. It’s hard because The Simpsons have already done everything. Harder still because South Park already made that joke.

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      2. I didn’t forget the accent, I couldn’t be bothered finding the character for it 🙂 Socrates said way back in the BCs ‘the ancients have stolen all my ideas’. If Socrates felt that nothing original is left to say, what about us thousands of years later. No matter how ‘original’ we think we are, it’s already been written, the only thing we can hope for is to surprise the reader somehow. 🙂 Besides, just because something has been said over and over again, the truth does not stop being the truth.

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      3. Dang! You’re gonna go BCE on me. Well, the dinosaurs said, “Roar! Roar! Roar!”

        You have a valid point. It’s the way we tell the story that makes the difference.

        Random question: Is there an Old Zealand? Or a regular Zealand?

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  1. Excellent and sensitively told story.

    Nobbin, we all make those kinds of mistakes, and we’re always asking why couldn’t I have done the “right” thing. Some more than others

    I see you rounded 3 of the cute rascals up for this week’s pic 🙂

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  2. I laughed at this: “I should have known Robbie meant blind date literally.” Must mean I’m a bad person. 😉
    Wit and regret usually don’t mix well, but you made it work!

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