Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Island

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

Genre: I don’t know … existential non-crisis?

Word Count: 100 words

Island

©October 23, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

Shireen approached the bench slowly.  She’d been told to go there by someone in a dream which eluded her.  All she could recall was the urgency of the voice, its quiet authority.  It wasn’t a question of choice, she knew.

Loneliness was the thing Shireen understood beyond all else.  The voice had commanded her to face the void before her.

She faced the surging greyness, and let it wash over her.

Things took shape as she watched.  Something arose out of the waters.

She was alone no more.

And she was lonelier than ever.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.  I look forward to it every week!

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Help! I’m Covered in Bees! (Friday Fictioneers)

Following one of my favorite bloggers, Helena Hann-Basquiat, I ended up  at a blog I’d never seen before, and was inspired to contribute to Friday Fictioneers time, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

This one involves writing a very short story (100 words) that is based on this picture below.  There are many wonderful stories to be found, if you follow the link.

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Here it is, exactly one hundred words after the title bits (hyphenated words seem to be counted automatically as one word here):

Help!  He’s Covered in Bees!
(As homage to my very favorite Eddie Izzard)
©By Vijaya Sundaram
July 31st, 2013

A man wearing stiletto boots teetered up to where sweet-smelling clover bloomed.

He was the son of Khloris, the Greek goddess of flowers.  Briefly, he had flirted with the idea of being a mortal.  Now, sickened by a dying earth, he wanted to leave.

He opened his impossibly red-lipped mouth and called up to the Immortals.  A buzzing began.  On the horizon, a dark cloud appeared.

A madly humming horde of bees converged upon him.

A passerby began to scream in horror,  “Help!  He’s covered in bees!”

Waving, the stiletto-ed man rose into the air and disappeared into the clouds.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~