The general tendency of things throughout the world is to render mediocrity the ascendant power among mankind.
A chicken for Ezra’s birthday, handmade by his loving mother. July 2010.
[Addition: as noted by my darling wife in the comments, you can find the pattern for this chook - and it lays eggs too - at ikatbag.com.]
It has been a while, but I think this week I shall celebrate Theme Thursday and try my hand at another drabble!
Lucky you.
BRUSH
Colin was excited. A BRUSH with fame. An encounter with celebrity. A taste of the high life. A hint of something ‘better’. That was what he said he wanted. That was what he thought he wanted.
Then he met Derrick. Derrick was on the Soaps. His face would be familiar. Wizened Detective # 2. Drunken Politician on Right. Cantankerous Father-of-the-Bride. Derrick was famous, but not too famous for the number 37 tram.
Colin cleared his throat. Colin adjusted his tie. Colin began to speak, “pleasant weather.”
Derrick grunted and pushed passed.
Colin looked out the window. The BRUSH off.
Comments
Tell your wife that the chicken is adorable! :)
Brian, I’m not sure that I’ve met a REALLY famous person. A few minor ones.
Tom, perhaps is was a pick up. Obviously wasn’t interested!
Jen, I’ve added it now!
Me, it should be a standing item on ALL birthday lists.
Julie, a drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. The challange of the drabble is its extreme brevity, as it tests one's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.
If you like, you can see some earlier attempts of mine by clicking here.
Claudia, as do we.
Everyday Goddess, love the BRUSH. The chicken is indeed awesome.
AmyLK, thanks!
Baino, there aren't so many of those these days.