Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields tempts us with a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers. She challenges us to tell a story in 100 words or less with beginning, middle, and end. This time, I added a little writing exercise to my offering, but you only need to read the first story if you’re not interested in that. It should hopefully stand on its own. And you don’t need to scroll down all the way to the end to leave a comment, just click on ‘Leave a comment’ in the top menu of this post, it will send you down to the comment section.
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The Parting of The Ways
“Look at that snow! In October!”
“I remember. Your mum took us to the harvest fair, didn’t she? And we had our first snowball fight of the year.” Vanessa smiled as she glanced at the old photograph.
“Those were the days,” Gwen mumbled. “That was the last fair of its kind, wasn’t it?”
“Dunno. Could be. But let’s go, we’re there.”
“I’ll pay the fare. Lunch at the IQ club?”
Yes, where else? Gwen thought as she turned towards the ‘Ugly’ entrance of the beach complex.
The ‘Hot’ beach was reserved for pretty people. For people like Vanessa.
Two weeks ago, I wrote the story “Lucky Break” and in the comments, I had a little chat with Irene Waters about narration, and point of view. She suggested I practice and write from different points of view to see how that changes the readers’ perception of narrator and characters. I tried this here, and wrote a few additions to the story above. I hope the first story can stand on its own, and you don’t need to read what follows. It’s an exercise with different points of view, I restricted myself to 100 words for each of these as well. If you read them, I’d be interested in your thoughts. I’m always interested in your thoughts anyway, but here I’m especially interested where the point of view is concerned. I deliberately made all the protagonists female to avoid gender controversies.
“Good thing we’re both eligible for the IQ club, isn’t it?” Vanessa said, leaning back. Lunch had been enjoyable, even though Gwen seemed to be in a bad mood.
“I hate it. Why don’t we just go to the Shanties?”
Vanessa grimaced. She didn’t feel comfortable there.
“Too many Prols.”
“Don’t call them that, they’re hard-working…”
Vanessa shrugged. “I don’t want to hang with them.”
“You’re a snob.”
“I’m smart and hot. You’re extra smart. We win. They could, too, if they made an effort.”
Vanessa grinned. She knew that Gwen liked her creature comforts like the best of them.
“Gwen, may I have a word?” Councilwoman Royce ran after her colleague.
“What is it, Hazel?”
“Why are you always thwarting my proposals? They always go through anyway. Can’t you ever compromise?” Hazel Royce was sick and tired of Gwen’s constant battle-mood.
“This whole segregation law is a disgrace. The definition of who’s smart, who’s hot, who has power… it’s stupid, superficial, inhuman beyond belief.”
There we go again, Hazel thought.
“Segregation is easier for keeping the peace,” she replied.
“Peace for whom?” Gwen turned on her heel.
Hazel smiled smugly, thinking, The new Elite tax break will pass anyway.
“Mum, why are these people yelling at me?”
“I don’t know, Honey.”
A big woman with an angry face was storming towards them.
“You! Get this girl off our beach. She doesn’t belong here.”
“What’s wrong with you? She’s only twelve.”
“She looks fourteen. I bet you lie about her age to show her off. I’ll report you.” The angry woman spat on the ground and stomped off.
“Don’t be scared, Darling. Soon you’ll be where you belong.”
“I’ll stay on Ugly Beach. No one here cares what I look like.”
“I want to be ugly, too.”
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