Its that time of week again.. its Friday Fictioneers time, you know, the time when Rochelle instructs us to write a story in 100 words or less (use every word, that’s the best way) with a beginning, a middle and an end based on the picture below, which this week is provided by Roger Bultot, and a wonderful wistful picture it is. So I’d best get thinking…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Where was one a mossy stump was now a picnic bench. The chap had been there waiting for what seemed like an eternity, meaning for ever; so actually he wasn’t done, not yet. No one knew how long, because no one had been there as long as him.
Trees yielding berries had given way to Nachos and Pizzas, his hair had grown, and then turned to grey to white. Concrete had been conceived and monstrous constructions had appeared, not forgetting the voluminous forests before.
But he still sat. He had a daypack now, containing an amaranthine plastic bottle of water.
100 worst on the nose, read it and weep fat boys
The Count Of North Clifton 
A lovely mysterious old man
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Interesting idea, different 🙂
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Ripe with possibilities, this story line.
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Thanks Sandra, it’s good to leave the story open to interpretation I think, let the reader do the work!!
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He sounds like Father Time.
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Dear Shrawley,
There are some who seem to be permanent fixtures, aren’t there? Nicely constructed, leaving much to the reader’s imagination.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, we’re moving house at the moment so blogging is very much in the back foot, but it’s nice to escape late at night!!
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A permanent fixture, it seems.
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If he sits there long enough, perhaps the forest will come back.
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being there so long, i wonder if he hasn’t been mistaken for a statue sometimes. 🙂
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I can think of things I’d rather do than sit there drinking water day after day!
My story!
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I got hung up on “amaranthine.” Looked it up, and it means what I thought it did. So is the bottle never going to waste away, or the color, or the water? And I’m also trying to figure out the “fat boys” comment. Sorry to be so ignorant 🙂
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The bottle will never go, it’s plastic, we’re leaving our wretched mark on the world. Fat boys doesn’t mean anything at all, no relevance at all!!
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Well, that makes me feel better 🙂 Perhaps you’d be interested to know that I’m participating in a “use the plastic” project in which plastic bags are being repurposed to make sleeping mats for the homeless. Each mat takes between 600-700 bags. They go like hotcakes in homeless shelters, especially during the cold weather.
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Good for you! Plastic is a real problem as we all know, any reuse is a brilliant thing, it’s tough for the homeless too at this time of year. A brilliant thing you’re doing
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I like how you gave the history of the place, using the guy as the vehicle.
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Intriguing story with a lot of feels.
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What an original take. I really liked this.
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