She was a delicate flower.
“Who was what, Cheryl?”
“Who is ‘She’? Why is she delicate?”
“It’s just a line in my novel.”
“Yes, Ethel, the first line. The only line. So, who is she and why is she so fragile?”
“I haven’t gotten that far, I’m not sure which way I’m going yet.”
“If you want me to read your story and help you, I need more than one line.”
“I didn’t say I wanted help. I just wanted to know what you thought.”
“Oh for God’s sake! Based on your story so far, I think she is a woman and is delicate.”
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Ethel has continued in her efforts to become a writer.
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~ ~ ~ the story continues ~ ~ ~
“Hi, it’s Cheryl.”
“Look, I apologize, for how I treated you, Ethel. I was thoughtless treating my best friend that way.”
“Well, thank you, I won’t stay mad forever.”
“Good, because I got tickets to your favorite band to make up for it.”
“My favorite band?”
“The Stones! Playing at Soldier Field! Remember when we saw them in ’64.”
“They were your favorite band, Cheryl, I liked the Beatles. I didn’t like that Mick, the way he jumped around.”
“Well you like him now, right?”
“Of course, silly, they became my second favorite band right after that show.”
(This is the end of this story, the first part was here… One Day!)
I’m sure Ethel and Cheryl enjoyed the show that night. My friend Catherine saw them in New Orleans with The Librarian on July 15th, and I will be attending their Seattle show with Ashley on August 14th! The last time I saw the stones was in 1966 in Sacramento with 3,000 other fans.
August 1: Flash Fiction Challenge… In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a rock star.” (And is there a bigger one on the planet right now?)
“For one day, Ethel! Is it too much to ask to have just one day when you don’t call me with some crazy request? A damn waterpark, really?”
“Oh. I’m sorry to have made you feel this way. I’m going to cry. I’m going to hang up now, Cheryl, you have hurt my feelings.”
Their phones do not ring each other for two days.
“Hi Ethel, it’s me, Cheryl.”
“I know who it is.”
“I’m sorry, can you ever forgive me? I treated you terribly, I’m an awful friend.”
“You forgive me? Or I’m awful?”
~ ~ ~ to be continued ~ ~ ~
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July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge… I realize this is a departure from a true flash fiction story, as there is no end… yet.
This was the prompt… In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase “for one day.”