The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
Falling
As easy as falling off a bike.
That’s what they say, isn’t it, whoever ‘they’ might be.
And you never forget how.
Or am I confusing ‘bike’ with ‘log’ and ‘falling’ with ‘riding’?
I’m not suggesting that anyone would ride a log, of course, although…
Yeah, Canadians might.
Not all of them, probably, but they’re pretty crazy, generally speaking.
No, I’m thinking more about lumberjacks, who used to walk about on logs in fast-flowing rivers for reasons that I don’t recall.
But I know that it was a pretty dumb thing to do because, as previously mentioned, falling off a log is as easy as riding a bike.
And much more dangerous.
When you fall off a bike, even an electric one, you might get a bit of a shock, but it’s rarely fatal.
Even for me, and I’m notoriously prone to falling off and over all manner of things.
Although never off a log, at least not one in a fast-flowing river.
But then I’ve never been Canadian.
Or a lumberjack.
But that’s not the point, is it?
No, the point is that falling is easy.
Especially in love.
And while it can be painful, it is, like an electric bike, a bit of a shock, but rarely fatal.
It just seems that way afterwards.
A broken heart hurts.
A lot.
And for a long time.
But then, to your surprise (actually mine) you survive.
You discover you’re free as a bird.
And birds, sadly for them, don’t fall.
yeah, wth?
engaging story
and…and! another reminder of how the universe is always screwing around in ways and manner that we mostly become aware of after the fact aka once we’ve paid the toll.
easy things hard and the hard things easy… don’t that just make you want to punch something
I think it’s just life, Clark, and if the easy things were easy there’d be little point, would there ?
Oh yes, great fun… but all I can think about just now is the Lumberjack song by Monty Python.
Laughing. I’ll watch out for you, Chris, next time I decide to ‘hang around in bars’!
Funny piece …. until it wasn’t.
Lovely writing.
Very kind, Nancy
I feel like I was dancing with these words. I am glad your steady tone kept me on the log, er the bike…
Anytime you’d like to stumble around a dance floor, Violet, I’m your man!
Canadian. Lumberjack. Same thing, right?
Actually I have a son who married a Canadian and now lives in British Canadian. He’s not a lumberjack.
Fun story. You know how to make people smile,
My favourite Canadian is a Mermaid, not a lumberjack!
Chaotic, delightful word fun – I love it.
But then, as though you’d fallen into an exquisitely situated swimming pool, you take us to the deep end…
(The first sentence made me laugh indeed.)
Happy to make a splash, Jenne!
Loved this. So funny!
Thanks, Di