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Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Was Juliet (as in Romeo) fat?





So, today I'm the guest blogger on Indies Unlimited where I talk about authorial maturation - with the help of precipitous terrain and animal spirit guides.  Yes, really.  Check it out though, it's a fun piece.

In fact, I am featured on their site twice today; also winning their flash fiction story this week.  My entry, which needed to do with a ghost in a theatre (a photo prompt) and be 250 words (see below) will be published in an anthology later this year.  Fame at last.



The Prompt

It is her first performance in this theater. She has heard the stories about him, the one who sits in the sealed box—the box no one is supposed to be able to enter.
Some say his appearance is a good omen; others that it spells certain doom for the production.
She wonders if he will appear tonight and what his presence will portend.
In 250 words or less, tell me a story incorporating the elements in the picture.

My Story


She’d seen him many times. In fact, on each and every occasion her parents had taken her to the ancient teatro. Yes, the mysterious figure, the real star attraction; filling the house every night regardless of what tragedy unfurled the stage; the audiences’ eye wandering continuously towards the haunted box. Most thought it a gimmick, a ghost story designed to enthral, but she knew it wasn’t. Ye-s, now more than ever, she knew.

What seemingly good fortune that’d kept her parents coming back to this ancient city to perform the Roman amphitheatre every summer; prestigious roles in operas such as Madama Butterfly, Aida, and Don Giovanni, and for where she’d put on weight for her own ‘fat lady’ role one day. Yes, forces beyond nature, bringing her back, year after year. Undying love. It had to be. Ye-s, no more would humanly impediment keep eternal lovers apart.

Her own debut performance in Teatro Filarmonico, a fortnight hence of her fourteenth birthday on 1st August, would also be her last. An operetta; Roméo et Juliette, that’d end in real tragedy – at least from the audience’s perspective.
But he didn’t come; Juliet, together with the audience, glancing expectantly up at the box all night, disappointed it’d remained empty.
‘He’ll carry me off, act five, the dying scene.’ She thought. ‘Will thrill the audience; take me into his arms, spirit me away. As it should be.’
But still, Romeo failed to appear, and she just knew it was because she was fat now.

Check out my guest post on Indies Unlimited.



2 comments:

  1. Congratulations on winning this challenge and soon to be featured in the anthology; it was a well deserved win too; in my opinion, even though it was a tie, yours was the best story there, having the prompts requirements and meeting word count too. Also racking up the highest votes ever before recorded, each receiving an incredible 65 votes; way to go, SP. Thumbs up!

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