Feb 10, 2016 Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Fanciful Fiction
Hello, Goodbye! Or, Pride Comes Before a Plucking
©February 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The tulip, emerging from the ground, encountered a tall daffodil.
“Hello?” she said, nervously.
The daffodil looked around, well aware of his flamboyant good looks, and spoke in a slow, languid drawl, “Who addresses me?”
He couldn’t care less who it was; he stood leaf and stem over the rest of the little bulbs around him.
The tulip stuttered, “It-it is I, Ms. Tulip Red-Cheeks.”
The daffodil looked her over. Hmmm … not bad looking for such a little bulblet, he thought.
Those were his last thoughts.
Within minutes, he was in a vase inside a house.
“Goodbye!” whispered the tulip.
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My second story on the same prompt. (I want to see if I can do it from time to time!) Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our Fairy Blog-Mother, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and thanks to The Reclining Gentleman for the lovely photograph-prompt.
Tags: A would-be tulip-and-daffodil love-story, Original 100-word short story based on a photo-prompt
Feb 10, 2016 Friday Fictioneers
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Fanciful Fiction
Flower-Child
©February 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
People flee me when they see me — I know, because I hear them. Before I was born, my mother turned her face to the sun, and begged for a child who would save the earth. I am that child. I will realize her dream.
I like making things grow. Here I am, tending to this daffodil and coaxing that tulip.
Come, little flower, grow! It will be well with you. Don’t be sad.
My eyes glow with the sun. My mother told me they were golden-green. I see into people, but I cannot see them. I’ve been blind from birth.
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Thanks, as always, to our dear, generous Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to The Reclining Gentleman for the lovely photo-prompt.
Tags: Blindness, Flowers, Plants, Save the Planet
Feb 10, 2016 Uncategorized
To a Spider
©February 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
With eight eyes, what do you see?
The universe is an octagonal thing.
And all the sounds of it must be
Octaves of sensation!
Do you see eight worlds?
(Allow me my fancies.)
With delicate, eight-legged gait,
You, a creature from another world,
Inhabit the same physical one as I do.
Do you compute in base eight?
And those perfect eight-pointed webs —
How do you calculate them?
(I do wonder at you.)
So many perceptions,
So many perspectives!
So many pensive hours, patiently
Spinning a web, perfectly woven.
(I wish I could love you).
And some shriek in terror
When you swing down, delicately
Putting out your bridges
From one world to the next.
(I do admire you.)
And yet, we don’t hesitate to sweep
Away you and your children,
All that work, aeons for you
In the making of your home,
Gone, gone in a whoosh of vacuum
Or a swish of broom.
(With only two eyes, we don’t see.)
Do you consider us?
Do you fear us?
Do you note us
As living beings?
Or, are we magnified
Monsters from a nightmare
Advancing towards you,
As you scurry to hide?
(Forgive us our trespasses.)
I am
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
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Tags: #Original Poetry, Octagonal world, Ode, Perspectives, Spider