Posts tagged flashfriday
Posts tagged flashfriday
Here’s my first attempt at a silly short for a flash friday writing project - given to me by Woodrow Phoenix were:the object (Statue of Liberty) and a location (platform 2 (eastbound) Moorgate Station. I wrote it in 45 mins and decided to publish it with minimal edits, just some basic proofs. I also didn’t check any of my facts!
The invitation …
Growing up I always wanted to be French, I think it was all to do with our French exchange student Amelie, and the way Steven Locock became soft and smiley when she walked into the classroom. He had a party and it wasn’t even his birthday and he invited her first and as an afterthought, because I was standing there looking so hopeful and worried, he nodded and said, “ yeah mate you should come yeah? Bring your sister”.
I was crushed and elated in the same moment – squashed to the flatest plane of my existence by the opposing forces of delight and fury. My bloody sister, not bloody likely! Bad enough I had to share the perfect Steve with this snooty French trollop, I wasn’t about to invite my Farah Fawcettly gorgeous sibling, effortlessly cute and boyfriend magnetty she didn’t need the invite. I needed the invite and I realised watching Steve turn his whole body towards this French siren, I needed all the help I could get.
While I’m making calculations about the likely impact of lying to Steve about why my sister can’t come, and then lying to my sister about where I might be going and why I might need to borrow her new neon blue sequinned boob tube. Amelie continues to be French.
Flushed with the happy I get when I set out to meditate and I manage more than 3 minutes without mentally wandering off to check the kitchen cupboards for breakfast opportunies; I arrived at my desk this morning wide open to inspiration.
“Hit me inspiration, take your best damn shot mate, right here on the noggin - crack me a good ‘un - I am so ready.” I don’t say this out loud of course, the long suffering, patient beyond the ability or understanding of most normal humans partner is quietly going about his geeky business. He doesn’t need my internal dialogue spilling over his muesli first thing.
