P NewYear, i’ve been away learning how to deconstruct my mind, emptying it of all the things I knew from the past 23 years of doing cool stuff outside, so hence i’ve been absent and aloof, thank goodness for Rochelle who is still here, holding the fort and being super cool under the pressure of everything. So Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo, pretty grim it has to be said. Think I’ve got just the ticket. So…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Sigfig was a filthy soul. He wandered the dark alleyways sheltering in bins during the winter but slept in the parks and gardens in the summer.
If you saw Sigfig you probably wouldn’t see much else afterwards; he had a fondness for sinew and tendons with which he flossed his teeth.
Allegedly.
He found a deserted basement and decided to move in, with his plastic bag of meagre tatty possessions; a child’s book, a pair of threadbare children’s mittens, lots of rubber bands and a worn photo of two folks and a child.
Sigfig was also terribly glum and sadly discombobulated.
There we are, the sad tale of Sigfig, all in 100 words, I’ll let you make up your mind as to his singularities…
The Count Of North Clifton 
I do question SigFig’s dental hygiene… Strangely fun story.
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Thank you, all rumours though…?
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At least he flosses…
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Ha!!!
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I can’t help but feel Sigfig means something and that would unlock the puzzle
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That never occurred to me, you think he’s is more of an important character, which could lead to greater things? I saw him as a person, lost with a sad back story, trying to make it better from inside on the outside
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Poor Sigfig. Happy New Year.
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Back at cha, thanks for reading
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Life can be difficult for many. Well done story.
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I have a feeling the rumours aren’t true and the truth is sadder for the man himself. Maybe the apartment is the beginning a new, happier chapter for him.
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Thats what I’m thinking, a dirty man, living rough for the most part, possibly due to a tragedy in a past life. I watched a Miriam Margoyles programme a few nights back and she was in Australia asking people about class, she spoke to a homeless man about the path which led him there, and sadly it was through a mental breakdown, having been a university genius and chemist extraordinaire, but was now sleeping rough. The book should never be judged by its cover I think. Thanks for reading
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loved this as it really got me thinking about what his back story was, the photo perhaps was him as a boy, then something horribly tragic has happened and turned him into the creature he now is 🙂
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That was my thinking, he could only be 18, he could be 58, we have no idea… that’s the beauty of flash fiction!
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Dear Shrawley,
Poor Sigfig. Horrific lifestyle that. I’m thinking happy thoughts as I go.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, I’m thinking he’ll be ok if he’s given the chance
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Chilling how if you see him only… So creepy! Reminds me of Jethro Tull’s song, “Aqualung.” “spitting out pieces of his broken luck” (and other unsavory things.) Maybe he will have better luck in his next incarnation. Good storytelling, Shrawl!
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Thanks mate, I’m off to bed but will check out Aqualung tomorrow
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What!? You haven’t heard Aqualung before?? You’re in for a treat and I think you’ll see why I was reminded of it.
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What an unpleasant figure you’ve created here–I’m sure such people exist, but I seriously doubt the flossing part 🙂
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I think he’s a sad figure, forced into a corner, but has a beautiful tale to tell, a homeless pupae, ready to open up
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A challenging story, is he good or bad. I thought just down on his luck, maybe
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I think you’ve got it Michael, just unlucky, few through the cracks and is trying to haul himself back up.
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I’m very sorry for Sigfig and don’t believe for a moment that he eats people. He’s lost his family and that is reason enough to get discombobulated (what a word!).
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Thanks man
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