Glad you could join us for the next lovely episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
“Dudes!” Lorenzo called to James and Juliet. “Look at this!”
“What is it, man?” James asked, prodding Elliot with one toe, “Is it, like, alive?”
“I dunno, dude. This foreign guy just came up out of the water with diamonds in his mouth and stuck it on my boat.” He plucked Elliot off the side of the log with his bill and lay him at their feet. “I don’t think he’s breathing, man.”
“Stand back, you guys,” Juliet commanded. “I know CPR.” She stretched Elliot’s neck back, leaning his chin to one side, and began compressions.
“She is, like, amazing,” James confided. “She just knows so much stuff. That’s why I married her, bro.” His eyes gleamed with pride. Or something.
Without warning, Elliot blurped a dirty dribble of water and coughed raggedly. Juliet sat back beaming as he tried unsuccessfully to right himself.
“Whoa, dude! It is alive!” Lorenzo exclaimed.
“A little help here, please?” Elliot requested, rolling back and forth on his shell.
“And it, like, talks!” James gave Elliot a little push with his wing tip, tilting him over to stand upright.
Shrugging his shell back into place, Elliot drew himself to his full height and dignity. “I beg your pardon,” he began, nodding to Juliet, “I’m a little confused. How did I get here?”
James squawked a quack that struck Elliot’s nerves like lightening. If his foot hadn’t been so firmly stuck to the bark, he would have flipped overboard.
Lorenzo’s wings flapped frantically. “It was epic, dude! This diamond guy spit you onto my boat, but you were, like, dead, and Juliet brought you back to life!”
Turning to Juliet, Elliot bowed his head. “Thank you for saving me. I wish I could repay you, but I’m afraid I need to ask for one more kindness.” He swung his eyes from one to the other to the other. “I need to return to shore.” His eyes swept in separate arcs above his head, searching for a likely place to disembark.
To the west, a mossy knoll on the opposite bank caught a ray of sunshine through the trees.
Then he saw her.
To be continued…
#AtoZChallenge A-to-Z Fictioneers: Interested in original fiction? Here’s a list of writers who are writing stories for the 2017 A to Z Challenge. The author’s link will take you to their “A” post. If you know of any other story writers I can share, please drop the link in the comments!
- Aditi’s Indian myths from a female POV at Aditi’s Pen
- Arpan’s horror stories at Tales of Unusual Strangeness
- Atherton’s Victorian murder mystery, “Stranded!”, at Atherton’s Magic Vapour
- Debs’s song-inspired fiction at Bunny and the Bloke
- Diane’s 100-word tales at LadiesWhoLunchReviews,etc
- Dipanwita’s 100-word stories at Cocktails Mocktails and Life
- Iain’s alphabet puzzle-inspired murder mystery serial at Iain Kelly Writing
- Jo’s upbeat emotion stories at Jo Hawk the Writer
- Joe’s excerpts from his upcoming post-Civil War historical fiction, “Steel Horse Saviors”, at Fiction Playground
- John’s flash fiction crime stories with a twist at John Davis Frain
- Keith’s everyday life in fictional Amble Bay at Keith’s Ramblings
- Lenni’s speculative fiction, “What Are They” at J Lenni Dorner
- Marquessa’s short stories spun from her larger work, “Living to Die” at Simply Marquessa
- Natalie’s “Secret Diary of a Serial Killer” at Natalie Westgate
- Raven’s 100-word flash fiction at everywhere and nowhere
- Shailaja’s 100-word oxymoronic stories at The Moving Quill
- Shweta’s Tiny Tales at My Random Ramblings
- Sorchia’s Gothic fantasy, “A Cold Spring” at Sorchia’s Universe
- S.T. Ranscht’s fantasy/adventure serial, “Elliot’s Adventures”at Space, Time, and Raspberries
Vanessa’s build-a-30-word-story at Vanessence
Today’s twofer from April 17, 2016:
Letters and Livelihood
I wrote letters when I was growing up. Mom insisted. Dad had escaped the Midwest with all of us in tow, so all our relatives were 2,500 miles away, wanting to know how we were and what we were up to. Especially Mom’s two older sisters, Sis and Dorrie, authentic maiden aunts who lived with their mother all her life, and together all of theirs.
Strangely enough, they were not crazy cat ladies. In fact, their living situation didn’t seem the least bit peculiar to me.
I wasn’t the most eager letter writer. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was so busy with chairing the Commencement Committee, copy editing the yearbook, serving as Treasurer of ECIVRES (service spelled backwards, an honorary… yep, service organization), keeping up with a college class in Political Science, trying to earn A’s in my honors classes, working regular babysitting jobs, and attempting to have some sort of social life, that my letters were closer to lists of activities and apologies for not writing more often, than to meaningful communications with people who loved me.
Dorrie often issued a dire warning against “burning the candle at both ends”, which I saw as:
And I’m pretty sure she saw more as:
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I am behind. I am behind in posting to the A to Z Blogging Challenge (today is N Day, isn’t it?) I am also behind in my livelihood work.
Confession: “I am an increasingly reluctant seamstress.” Me. On a good day.
From your side of the table, it looks a lot like:
From my side, it looks a lot like:
Several factors have come into play to inflate my dream of retirement from this honorable and manually laborious trade.
- Advancing age
- Retreating eyesight
- I’d rather be reading good books
- I’d rather be reading other people’s blogs
- I’d rather be taking pictures for the M:P366 Photo Challenge
- I’d rather be writing the A to Z Blogging Challenge
- I’d rather be writing the 3 Day Quote Challenge
- I’d rather be writing the “final” edit of Enhanced
- I’d rather be writing the next part of the Second Earth Trilogy
- I’d rather…
You get the idea.
But because I am well endowed with Dad’s Germanic stubbornness, my own near compulsion to defy common sense limits, and “a pesky need to eat sometime this month” (thank you Joss Whedon), I persevere. I will continue my unbroken 107 day streak on M:P. I will complete the 3 Day Quote Challenge tomorrow. I will catch up on A to Z this weekend.
And dammit, I’ll get all that sewing done, too. Because, reality being what it is, rather than retire, I will have to work until the Day. I. Die.
Well, maybe I’ll take that last week off.
What are your retirement plans? Is it even a realistic option? Or are you already living the dream?