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.
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.