Sarah Ann Hall

Reporting on writing in progress or, more probably, not; practising flash fiction.

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OLWG#47 – Love is not love… – #amwriting

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This week’s New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts guided me to taking my title from the Bard himself.

I’m not at all sure if the below works as a story, and I don’t know where this little character came from, but I’d be happy to meet with her again.

As ever thank you to TNKerr for hosting this challenge.

 

Love is not love…

Susie has never been good at taking orders. She would rather fall over her laces than be told to tie them. She wears her clothes inside out when the mood takes her, refuses to brush her hair, and relishes in being an oik, nutter, dozy cow and other things she is labelled in school. She will never be a plastic. Being different is cool.

Susie knows that without love she wouldn’t be able to be the child she is. Without acceptance from her family that she’ll grow out of it eventually, she would be buffeted by demands to change, demands she would have to ignore. But it’s true to say Susie’s inability to tow the normal line infuriates some members of her family more than others. Grandpa and Grandma give her all their love and let her be. She goes to their nondescript flat in the middle of the block most days after school. She sometimes turns the place into a riot, and her grandparents smile at the attention she brings their way. Because some attention is better than no attention.

When Grandpa opens to door to Susie in her get-up of dungarees and pigtails, he asks if she has come to paint his ceilings. ‘Or is it mufty day at school?’ Susie scowls then jumps into his arms grinning. Grandpa understands her need to be different, her need to be her.

The three of them make hot chocolate, Grandpa, Grandma and Susie. They huddle together in the kitchen and melt 70% chocolate drops into Guernsey milk. They sit around the table and each holds his or her mug with two hands, supping in silence. Later they watch TV and Susie scans the sitting for anything that has changed since yesterday. She will notice a book removed from the bookcase, or a wilting flower. Her observation skills are acute. Perhaps they come from being watched and pointed at all the time. Today her eyes are drawn upwards and soon they are all watching the spider high up in the corner as it spins its web, extending its home. A plastic would jump and scream behind her hands until Grandpa dealt with the monster. A boy might swipe web and spider away. Susie and Grandpa and Grandma sit and watch silk spun into beauty.

When it’s time to go, Grandpa and Grandma walk Susie home, handing her back to her parents in time for an early night. They group hug on the doorstep, five of them stroking cheeks, patting hands, rubbing shoulders, waiting to do it all again tomorrow.

Susie finishes her homework without needing to be told. She cleans her teeth then backcombs her hair before getting into bed. She reads for a little while before switching off the light. A girl needs her sleep if she is to keep up being different. And there are degrees of different, some more acceptable than others.

 


This week’s prompts are:

  1. playing dress-up
  2. watched the spider high in the corner
  3. in the middle of the block

 

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

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Written by Sarah Ann

April 25, 2018 at 2:11 pm

OLWG#46 – At the Theatre – #micropoetry

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It is occasionally worrying what a couple of days away from something can do to one’s perspective on one’s writing. The prompts for the #46 On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts had me excitedly starting a story about society rushing about, the loss of conversation, and advent of driverless cars. However, when I went to finish it, I realised what a load of drivel it was. So I looked at the prompts again and went to the theatre instead, producing a haiku, shadorma and American cinquain.

 

 

rehearsals again

don’t be late, don’t slam that door

orders from all sides

 

 

What a rush!

Touching up faces

Scene changes

Costume swaps

Hitting the spot every time.

The show must go on.

 

 

Waiting

With bated breathe

Standing on the corner

For the smiling stars to appear

Stage door

 


This week’s prompts are:

  1. what a rush
  2. on the corner
  3. don’t slam that door

 

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

Written by Sarah Ann

April 23, 2018 at 11:15 am

OLWG#43 – Geriatric Parents

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This has a been a very disorganised week full of cancellations and reinstated meetings so I wasn’t sure I’d manage with this week’s OLWG prompts, but here I am. I’ve cheated and used a tanka, an American cinquain and an American sentence to make a story out of the three prompts, or that was my intention. With thanks as ever to Thom Kerr for making me work my imaginative, or is that imaginary, brain cells.

 

Here I sit, hiding,

Drinking alone and pregnant.

At least the wife is.

We’ve waited so long. I’m scared.

Hard to embrace our future.

 

That’s rich

Just great, she says.

Are you going to cope?

When the baby comes, will you help?

Useless.

 

Helpless. That’s how I feel. This just isn’t doing it for me. Sorry.

 

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This week’s prompts are:

  1. Drinking alone, and pregnant
  2. This just isn’t doing it for me
  3. that’s rich

 

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Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 30, 2018 at 10:23 am

OLWG#42 – Lesson Learnt #amwriting

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Here is a short story in response to week 42 of the New Unofficial On-line Writer’s Guild prompts. My story started out as a jolly little caper, and then took a different course.

 

Lesson Learnt

The last time I saw her, Millie was walking away cheerily, a skip in her step. She had a new job, and a boyfriend who had just declared everlasting love. After the hormonal turmoil of her teenage years, and the stumbling entry into her twenties, she had settled into a comfortable existence. She wasn’t about to fetch pipe and slippers and fall into a boring drawn out middle age, but she was happy with herself, her body, her state of mind, her prospects.

They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. Millie wasn’t like that. She knew exactly what she had and meant to cling on to it. I am the one who has to address my complacency. I was neglectful, too easy going, the opposite of Millie. While she had recognised her good fortune and was determined to make the most of it, I had not. I watched her walk away without saying I loved her. I assumed we would meet again, just as we had after every other lunch date in our lives. There would come another day soon when we would sit for a couple of hours, drink coffee and compare notes on salad dressings or cake recipes.

But that isn’t to be, not since the proverbial death bus knocked her over and she sustained life-changing head injuries. Life-changing. What a catchall meaningless phrase.

I didn’t go to the hospital. I left the usual crowd to do the bedside vigil for tube-fed, tube-oxygenated, tube-cleaned Millie, while I held on to my image of a happy dancing one, the girl with a good life ahead of her who knew she was loved. I hope she knew she was loved by me, and I regret never saying it aloud.

After six weeks of no change in her condition, Millie’s parents were advised to let nature take its course. If it had been me making that decision I wonder if I would have been able to let her go. I know I would have been keeping her alive for my own reasons.

Today we say goodbye. We will go to church and sing, we will meet in the pub after and drink and reminisce. And before I get drunk and maudlin, while the words from my mouth still have meaning, I will tell my friends I love them. Each one, individually, will hear from my lips how much they mean to me and make my life worth living.

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Having done a bit of Googling and reading around ‘what is/ how to write’ a short story over the last week, I am trying to put into effect some of what I’ve gleaned. The first six sessions of the Reedsy Learning course, How to Craft a Killer Short Story, have been useful in helping me analyse my writing. So I have to ask:

Is my story focused and concise? I think so.

What literally happens? Someone dies.

What is explored below the surface? Loss, love, regret.

Is it emotionally true? Yes.

Does it have strong voice, details, perspective? A strong voice, few details, clear perspective.

Does my character have a lot going on under the surface that comes through implicitly? I’d like to think so, but I’m not sure.

Do I get to the conflict straight away by starting as close to the end as possible? No.

Does each sentence advance the plot or reveal something about the character? I think so. This question did prompt me to make changes during a last read through.

 

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This week’s OLWG prompts are:

  1. the last time…
  2. Let her go
  3. the usual crowd was there

 

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 22, 2018 at 5:08 pm

OLWG#41 – #micropoetry – shadorma

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I decided to try some shadorma in an attempt to address the OLWG #41 prompts in good time. Two came quickly and relatively easy to mind, but one was reluctant to play ball. I’m not sure the last of these says anything at all, but the first one is a bit of fun.

Thanks to TNKerr for posting and hosting every week.

 

 

She likes jokes,

playing tricks, teasing.

‘Pull my thumb,’

she hisses.

Her prosthetic arm flies off.

She crumples, giggling

 

Movie trip:

Classic film weekend.

Family

Adventure.

‘Have we seen this already?’

‘Many times, grandma.’

 

Good morning.

Howdy. How are you?

Aloha.

G’day mate.

It’s just a figure of speech.

Nowt to fret over.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 19, 2018 at 1:05 pm

OLWG #40 – Least common denominator

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Here is a little scene written in response to the New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompt #40. I had fun with this one. Hope you enjoy reading, and click the link to find out about Exelauno Day – one we should all be marking.

 

In a TV studio somewhere….

Sadie and John of Cook Breakfast With Me sit discussing at the beginning of the show.

John: Before getting to this morning’s recipes, our producer suggested we discuss a commonly held belief: that everyone can boil an egg.

Sadie: Of course they can.

John: No they can’t.

Sadie: John, are you serious? Everyone can boil an egg.

John: If that were true, would there be over 16-million Google results for the search term ‘how to boil an egg.’

Sadie: I guess you did that search.

John: Indeed, I did Sadie, and therefore found the inexorable problem that is boiling an egg.

Sadie: You’ll have to enlighten me. [Sits back arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, incredulous.]

John: There’s the size for one thing, medium or large, which determines the cooking time. You can put eggs in cold or simmering water, which again affects how long you then leave them too cook.

Sadie: And I guess it depends on whether you like your eggs soft or hard-boiled. [Sits forward, looking vaguely energised.]

John: Exactly. The minutes range from three to six or seven, all depending on your conditions.

Sadie: And one set of rules won’t apply equally to a medium egg started in cold water and a medium one lowered into simmering?

John: No.

Sadie: Wow, I never thought this would entail such a detailed discussion. But John, can we agree that everyone can heat a tin of beans?

John: [Pause as considers the correct response.] Indeed they can, as long as we remind people to take the beans out the tin before putting them in the microwave.

Sadie: And with no further ado we hand over to Melissa for this morning’s delicious breakfast recipe demonstration.

 

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Where can you go with ‘the least common denominator’?

 

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

Written by Sarah Ann

March 14, 2018 at 3:23 pm

OLWG #27 and #28

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Here are my responses to two sets of OLWG prompts because I’m very behind at the moment, but I do enjoy the challenge of coming up with something for these. This week I’ve been superbly lazy and incorporated the prompts in my short pieces, as that gave me even fewer words to come up with. Sticking to the tried and tested I’ve gone for a haiku, American sentence and cinquain for each set of prompts. Thanks as ever to TNKerr and the OLWG for these.

 

 

full moon plundering

people asleep in their beds

get away with it

 

Auntie loved cats. Here near constant refrain, ‘Here kitty, kitty, kitty.’

 

Courtroom.

How do you plead?

They shouldn’t ask me that.

Don’t know. Can’t remember. Don’t care.

Death row.

 

 

ambassadoring

putting on a show to woo

those we love or need

 

Grandfather loved gratuitous sex and violence. Grandma left him.

 

Hoped for,

and there it was:

All she could ever need.

Her prayers answered by living souls.

Christmas.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

December 17, 2017 at 1:22 pm

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