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| This Week’s Theme: Use first line of Fable
Note: I chose Jack and Jill went up the hill, a nursery rhyme… Just popped in my head. I did delete the last few lines… I was writing about violence and I just refused to allow myself to finish it… It is one thing to write about abuse, in the hope it will help someone, either by recognizing their own situation or by seeing options… but to just write violence… I can’t do it…although it is still there… I’ll let you jump to your own conclusions. Jack and Jill’s Disappearance Jack and Jill went up the hill twice that day, but only came down once. Jeremiah stopped to chat with them on their first trip up. He told the reporters, “They were such a sweet couple. She was always laughing and putting her hand on his arm and kind of rubbing it up and down as she talked to people, kind of unconscious like. If I were a betting man, I’d bet she didn’t even realize she was doing it, she had stars in her eyes, that girl, and there was nothing that would change that.” He went on to tell about how she always took food over to Mrs. Nelson on Sunday afternoons. “You see,” he told the reporter from KJWX-TV in Deltona, “Mrs. Nelson’s son, Jake, always went to work in a nearby town on Sunday mornings early and couldn’t be there to make her Sunday lunch. So, he and Jill had this arrangement. He chopped firewood and mowed the lawn for Jill’s grandfather and she spent Sunday afternoons making and eating Sunday lunch with his mother, Mrs. Nelson.” “Now, you’re gonna hear rumors about Jack and Jill now that they are missing. You’re gonna hear about Jack and Jake behind the auto repair shop last week arguing. I heard Jill’s name was tossed back and forth between those two men. But I am here to tell you, Jill and Jake, they are not an item. Anyone can just look at those eyelashes batting around when she stands there stroking Jack’s arm. Then she kind of moves in a bit closer and rubs up against his hip, about waist high, she does. She’s got no eyes for anyone, but Jack, not Jake, not anyone.” The reported tried to end the interview, but Jeremiah was not ready to stop talking. He had that camera fixed on him and he was not backing down. “That Jack, he didn’t appreciate my Jill, he didn’t…” The reporter jumped in, “Your Jill? I don’t understand, Jeremiah, you are just the next door neighbor are you not?” Well, I’ll save the rest of the story for later, I’ve got to get inside and clean up my house. I’m expecting Jake to come fix my window and I can’t have him tripping over my dustpan. What? Oh, that. Yes, I will tell you what he said to the sheriff, Jeremiah, I mean, not Jake. Jake never spoke to the sheriff or nothing. Jeremiah later told the sheriff about why he kept talking to that reporter. “It was my time to shine, my time to get the attention. I just wanted Jack to know what there were men out there that appreciated Jill’s beauty and wouldn’t just keep on talking when she was rubbing up against them like that. How could he disrespect her like that? When a woman’s paying attention to a man like that, he needs to stop doing whatever he’s doing and take advantage of it… It’s too long between times sometimes, you know? I know how to rub right back. That’s all I was telling Jack that afternoon… I didn’t do nothing…” MeeAugraphie |
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7 Comments
(((Marcia))))
I bet Jeremiah was the quiet one. I like the quick pace and hard hitting sound bites.
Rose
xo
P.S. Gautami did Jack and Jill as well. I did rats.
I suppose i stereotyped him a bit, Rose. The quick pace was actually because I was tired, grin, but thank you, Rose. I’m going to try to read y’all’s tonight, the real estate agent will be here later… I am behind with life other than writing as usual.
interesting take on the old classic! yeah, there’s a bit of darkness, and we can see where it’s heading, but i think i do like the vague ending. well done.
Thank you, Greggo, I think it was influenced by the news lately. I’m glad I dumped the ending, even though we weren’t supposed to edit.
didn’t someone say everyone gets
their 15 minutes of fame… Andy
Warhol I think, but I may be wrong
well well well… I wonder what
did happen to them? Hmmmm…..
Ann, I wish I knew what happened to them. Jeremiah, yes, he did want his 15 minutes of fame.
Another chilling one. This week’s prompt has sure brought out the dark side in some LOL!
I loved the turn about midway - to ensure that he, Jeremiah got his 15 minutes of fame. I’m amazed at the deep links so many people have to Jack and Jill.
My partner reminded me last week, that open endings are often the best because it allows the reader to decide for themselves what the ending is.
It is really very interesting that more than half the postshave been inspired by Jack and Jill. We all have done it differently!
I like the loose ends in here…
It *is* amusing how “Jack and Jill” seems to be the nursery rhyme of choice among FF participants… it was my first thought too, but I resisted and went with something else that turned very dark and violent very quick - at least yours the violence you mention in your disclaimer is only alluded to, which actually makes it all the more powerful.
Cheers,
~willow~(A little late doing the rest of the Fiction Friday rounds!)