Vertigo – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s dizzying photo is provided by Sandra Crook, who is probably in the top two writers on FF.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.

Copyright Sandra Crook

Copyright Sandra Crook

Vertigo

Vertigo is not funny.
Not for a yellow-legged gull.
I soar through the heavens, glide on thermals, swoop and dive with joy into the sea.
No problem.
But, perched on the cliff face, I am terrified.
Illogical?
Well, clearly.
If I fall, I will fly.
But when I am in my nest I sit with eyes tight shut, rigid with fear.
My family and friends find this hilarious, mess with my mind, jostle me until I fly away to get peace.
I rarely sleep.
But guess what!
Suddenly everything is different.
My chicks have hatched.
I am afraid of nothing.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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86 Responses to Vertigo – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Playfully charming with fanciful sprinkles in every word. An unveiling of what’s to come
    for this new mother helped develop a steadfast balance. I liked this very much, Ceayr.
    Isadora 😎

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  2. Treaty perspective and nice turning point at the end.

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  3. rogershipp says:

    Well done! So many levels for understanding!

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  4. hafong says:

    I understand what you are saying. Those are my exact feelings! 🙂

    Lily

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  5. Alice Audrey says:

    I’m the opposite. It’s when the chicks hatched that I learned fear. Little buggers keep trying to throw themselves out of the next before they learn to fly.

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  6. Yes, families can be quite unpleasant. They do tend to bother us out of our nests, don’t they? Well said.

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  7. Arl's World says:

    This is probably the best take on this weeks prompt I have read yet. I love this! How funny and cute …well written. Poor bird. I can empathize with him though, as I am terribly afraid of heights.

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    • ceayr says:

      Now that is huge praise indeed.
      Unless, of course, I am your first port of call!
      Interesting that you saw my gull as ‘him’, I had her in mind as the mother of the chicks.
      But no matter, I am glowing at your kind words and very happy at how much you liked it.
      Thank you.

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  8. CE, this one is just brilliant! I love the playful tone and the wonderful rhythm of the piece. Great job!

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  9. Such a creative take on this prompt. And a delightful expression of that all-important truth that when we finally quit focusing on and worrying about ourselves and put someone else first, our whole life changes.

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  10. rgayer55 says:

    Oh, just wait until those chicks become teenagers. Then vertigo will be the least of her worries.

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  11. mjlstories says:

    This is truly delightful and as an admirer of that absurd bird the seagull (we share a liking for Dorset scones and cream) I’m going to take it quite literally.

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    • ceayr says:

      The yellow-legged gull is a dedicated parent, most certainly.
      Those that I met in the West of Scotland rarely mentioned Dorset scones and cream, I have to say.
      Glad you enjoyed.

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  12. I love the image of a seagull that is sitting petrified in the nest because of heights 🙂 nice take on the prompt, and very nicely written!

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  13. Sightsnbytes says:

    nice job! Poor Sea Gull

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  14. plaridel says:

    parenthood is a life-changer indeed. nice take on the prompt. 🙂

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  15. draliman says:

    Lovely story. Having kids can be life-changing (so I hear)!

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  16. C- I like it. Very “Jonathan Seagull” The writing is excellent.
    Why is the gull not terrified of the chicks falling? I think the real terror in life starts with the birth of your first offspring.

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  17. You certainly fooled me; great job, great writing. And I like the title too, but where is Jimmy Stewart?

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  18. lillian says:

    Ah yes……..parenthood shifts the attention. Of course with the young chicks, sleep will be even less but there certainly will be no time for vertigo! Leaning over the abyss of parenthood to come….we can be frozen in fear…how will I do it…am I ready…can I fly….and then — like it or not — the chicks are here and the leap is done — and we fly! Really like this take on the photo.

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  19. Corina says:

    Awww! Very nice. I like this one.

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  20. Dale says:

    This is perfection. Once those babies are born, we have no time to be afraid!

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  21. This is absolutely a perfect view of what growing up means… there is a sense of reaching a goal.. I like the way you gradually brought me to understand the story.

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  22. Fantastic. And next is the big flight from the nest, chicks guided and protected by mum. Nature, dontcha just love it!

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  23. So many possible meanings here. I think its up to the reader to decide.

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  24. ansumani says:

    Love those last two lines. Good one.

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  25. gahlearner says:

    Heh. Looks like we both had freedom and flying on our minds this week. I love this, for its imagery, and the deeper meaning. Freedom can come in many forms when you know where to look.

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  26. micklively says:

    He seems a bit gullible?
    Good piece.

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  27. jellico84 says:

    Love it! Love it! Love it! That was a great perspective to take on this picture! I’m still laughing at the image of a terrified gull.

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  28. yarnspinnerr says:

    Very creative take. Lovely piece.

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  29. emmylgant says:

    Merveilleuse ton histoire!
    Sandra a tout dit déjà.
    Bravo!

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  30. I find this quite lovely. What a great message in the last line.

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  31. Good story, C.E. It’s humorous in some ways yet also has a deeper meaning. I would guess it’s all about the fact that parenthood can bring a sense of responsibility and new coping skills. Well done. Clever use of the prompt. .:) — Suzanne

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  32. Oh I love this. Very creative.

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  33. niasunset says:

    What a creative writing dear Ceayr, I loved this gull 🙂 Thank you, love, nia

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  34. Sandra says:

    This certainly struck a chord with me, though whether it was the one you intended, I’m not sure. Sometimes families can represent the very antithesis of what they’re supposed to be, (not intentionally either) and these few lines capture that beautifully. I always know I’m going to find something thought provoking when I come to your site CE. Good job, well done, and thanks for your comment. 🙂

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  35. Dear C.E.

    As someone who’s terribly afraid of heights, I empathized with this poor gull. You’ve given me something to smile about on this cold morning. Clever and well written.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  36. Belinda Crane says:

    Oh, my friend. I absolutely love this. A synopsis of life. You are a very gifted man. (Fully aware I am the first again … You were first in my Reader … We are in sync I do believe!)

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