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venta ([personal profile] venta) wrote2011-02-04 10:37 am

Why do I find it hard to write the next line?

Every so often, walking about, I see things which catch my attention. I want to know how they came to be there. I want to know the story behind them.

By which, of course, I mean I want there to be a story behind them. Why was the guy in Reading station clutching a handful of tall red roses (bare stems, no wrapping paper or cellophane) and staring so anxiously at the escalators? Nervous first date? Waiting for a partner after an argument? Would the lady (or gentleman) he waited for be pleased to see him? And where did the roses come from?

This morning, on a garden wall on my walk to the station, there was a bottle of cava. It was Freixenet - not top end, but decent stuff. It was open, and only an inch or so from the top.

What set of circumstances, or curtailed celebration, causes someone to leave a barely-touched bottle of pricey cava in the street?

Fans of flash fiction-writing are invited to explain either circumstance in <100 words :)
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[personal profile] zotz 2011-02-04 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
The next line, of course, should be "I'm functionally illiterate." It even pretty much fits the metre.

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
I think I'm seeing why you never became the Mike Stock of your generation. Which is rather a shame, really.

[identity profile] undyingking.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He could still become the Laughing Stock of his generation.


</gratuitously rude cheap laugh about person whom I've never actually met>
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[personal profile] zotz 2011-02-04 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That rather assumes I haven't already.

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
person whom I've never actually met

You should. I think you'd get along splendidly.

[identity profile] undyingking.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds good! Maybe you should invite us both to dinner, like a sort of blind date...

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if I have to enterain two grumpy old vegetarians, I might as well do them both at once :)

On which note... are you ever in London these days? I'd love to invite you to dinner if I thought it would be remotely convenient for you to show up.

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, if you aren't in London but would like to be, we do have a spare room which is large enough to hold you and UndyingQueen.

[identity profile] undyingking.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
We're scarcely ever in London just lately, unfortunately, mostly because of my current family situation. But it would be really nice to see you -- and that might actually give an excuse to have a day out too; we can book in cover here. Perhaps you could drop me an email with some thoughts about dates?

[identity profile] venta.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
OK, will do!

[identity profile] mejoff.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
Actually, it doesn't. I mean, any half decent vocalist could shoehorn it, but that's not quite the same thing.
Edited 2011-02-04 11:55 (UTC)

[identity profile] ar-gemlad.livejournal.com 2011-02-04 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
It fits the metre as well as the chorus rhymes in Gold. (gold, soul, know, indestructiboooeeelll for anyone who didn't know and actually cares).