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This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:
Thunder
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Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit... (well, just read the story and you'll understand). But be vewy, vewy qwiet - I'm hunting weaders...
It's Not Over
She was a big girl for her age, and received more than the usual amount of teasing from the other kids, partly due to her sturdy physique, but also for her outdated clothes and the red hair she wore in pigtails, looking more like a miniature Brünnhilde from a Wagner opera than Brenda, an eight-year old child from Albuquerque. The boys in her class, always plotting ways of tormenting her, decided one Tuesday during recess that it would be exquisitely entertaining to snip a lengthy lock from one of those pigtails, and William, acting the part of the impetuous urchin, volunteered enthusiastically for the job. Being extraordinarily quiet as he crept up behind her, Brenda heard only the sound of the scissors and didn't immediately realize its connection, or disconnection, as it were, with her hair. Once she saw the boy dangling the bisected braid in front of her, however, the incensed girl released a storm of unprecedented fury in his direction. As lightning shot from her eyes accompanied by the thunder in her voice, she explained, in the rather direct and simplistic terms of an adolescent, how a slightly asymmetrical Valkyrie was about to provide William with a one-way trip to Valhalla.
OK, I know there's no wabbit, uh, I mean, rabbit in the story, but if you still don't understand, check out THIS LINK and maybe THIS ONE, TOO. And I know it's a bit of a stretch to tie a cartoon, opera, and an eight-year child together in a single FSF post, but surely you've heard of artistic license? Yeah, I know, it's not a painting, either... never mind.
Modified image "Hairdresser Trimming Hair" by Stuart Miles / FreeDigitalPhotos.net
© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved
I would really feel wabbit if I would not have met Brynhild, and her eight sisters riding the wind of Wagner's music.
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, you picture a real little Valkyrie giving the hell of Ragnarok to her tormenter!
Beautifuly done! I could hear the Battle Cries!!
Od Liam
Thank you so much! I have a feeling Wiliam is about to learn a lesson he won't soon forget.
DeleteHaha! LOVED this!! Especially her euphemism at the end. Really well done, great visuals!
ReplyDeleteThanks! This post didn't start off having opera, Norse legends, and cartoons in the mix, but I was feeling a little silly when I wrote it.
DeleteExcellent story. Having worn braids when I was a young girl, I definitely got it.
ReplyDeleteSo did my mother - she hated them. I just hope you never had an impromptu haircut!
Deleteyou really don't want to piss off a red head
ReplyDeletemost especially if she is bigger than you
Cheers!
JzB
Trust me - I have personal experience with this... but I do have a weakness for them!
DeleteThanks for dropping by to read my story!
Oh the cruelties of a tormented childhood! Did any of us escape the schoolyard unscathed? I found myself cheering on Brenda of the fiery hair and thunderous voice at the end. William may find himself in another opera, ducking from arrows with an apple atop his less than clever head.
ReplyDeleteI'm certain most of us have had problems growing up (I did!), but Brenda has had more than her fair share! But I'm not so sure William will ever learn...
DeleteYay for Brenda. Pummel the shear bearer.
ReplyDeleteWe have our first member for the Brenda Fan Club! A lot of folks are rooting for her. Thanks for stopping by and reading my little (pig) tale!
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