by Ajay Nair
‘You are a little porcupine, aren't you? All sensitive and bunched up and thorns shooting out your body.' She said this in a gay, sing-song voice, her head bobbing up and down. She was a big woman, a massive, misshapen tree of a woman, wrapped in a rain-coat the size of a tent. She wore a cap on her head, its beak peeking out, drops of rain slipping off its edge like so many pieces of transparent candy.
Stroman, eleven, looked up at her as she pushed against him at the bus-stop. She had a fat face full of curves and if this were a movie, she'd be a cinch for the kind neighbor.
‘So what kind of girls do you like, kid?' she asked again, her voice swaying dangerously in the breeze that was lifting up from the just-rained-on ground. She could squish his head between her thumb and her forefinger if she wanted to, Stroman thought.
‘Or is it boys you like?' Her voice came out low and even, no cadence any more, no music. It was the smooth, hard bark of a tree. The curves on her face had straightened out and her eyes were squinting down at him, tiny stones of accusation. Stroman felt a prickly heat spread inside him in spite of the rain.
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Written for the 'Breadfruit'-theme flash challenge at 52/250.
You do wonderful things with words. This is absolutely stunning.
Thanks James, glad that you enjoyed this.
A gem! I wish I could write like this, so tight and compressed. You say so much in such a small space. Wowsa!
Thanks D'Arcy. That's an awesome comment to read.
Whoa. Wow.
"if this were a movie" indeed.
Bam! Possible life-defining moment for a kid, eh?
Favarooty
Thanks, Matt!
A wonderful piece, Ajay. Enjoyed reading it.
She should have been struck by lightning.
So well written, I could see her ugly face.
Thanks Sam, glad you liked this.
Thank you Estelle, for the read and comment.
Beautiful bunch of imagery, Ajay. Your writing brings characters to life.
Great one, Ajay. You’ve turned the prompt into a compact, well written work of excellent imagery!
Thanks Susan. Glad you liked this.
Thank you Christian, appreciate the read.
I forgot to add "tooty" after favorooty.
(Stand back, people, I've never done this before...)
favorooty-tooty
Whoa! The rapid transit from the comic to the threatening here is breathtaking, and I love the synesthesia of her voice.
Give me a hand up, will you please? Did not expect that.
Really good, Ajay.
what a great full piece. the perspective is dead-on. love the last line.
This one caught me off guard. I wanted to read more about this strangely horrible woman and her affect on this young boy. It has such a good sense of the foreboding. You "dressed" her well, like some mad, diseased crow
This one might be my very favorite of yours, Ajay--of the many I've faved. Everything just works boom boom boom.
AJ, You consistently amaze me, I love love love "massive misshapen tree of a woman" potent punch in this tiny tome.
FAV!
A rattlesnake of a story - sinister and quick as lightning. It disturbs me, but I like it :)
short, dark and so very very good, Ajay! Glad to have it in 52|250 -- a real gem of a story!
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Really good, Ajay. Nice flow, nice images throughout. Enjoyed very much!
Some wonderful descriptions here: "a massive, misshapen tree of a woman", etc. Like the free form of it, spilled verbiage..very interesting, eclectic, voice...
A wonderful, powerful little piece. The change in her voice is perfect 'music' for this story.
Good one, Ajay!
(typo on 'of' instead of off its edge)
Loved the way her voice changes in this. Great reponse to the prompt. And very tight writing. Peace...
Great images, great read!
I wholeheartedly second all the comments made above by all. Just lovely and incredibly evocative.
Thinks perhaps you mean raindrops falling off, rather than of.
Aw, thanks, Matt.
Thanks Stephanie, appreciate the feedback.
Thanks, Carol. Glad this knocked you down.
Thank you, Sara, much appreciated.
Thanks Susan, happy to have creep-ed you out.
Wow, thanks Jane. That's great to hear.
Thanks, Michael. Always appreciate your views.
Thanks Badoix man.
Hey Michelle, all thanks to you. It's all in the prompt.
Thanks Foster, for reading. Appreciate it.
Shelagh, glad you liked the descriptions.
Thanks Maggie. Happy it worked for you.
Myra, thank you. (And edited!)
Thanks Linda, it was a great prompt.
Thanks Jenny.
Thanks Cherise, made the change. Glad you liked this.
i don't care for the phrase "swaying dangerously in the breeze" - a tad over the top
and "at the bus-stop" not on the bus-stop, right?
i also don't get the "pieces of transparent candy" image at all.
what about just saying "wet" ground instead of the awkward just rained on ground?
sounds like you have a million admirers for this one so maybe it's me
ooh this is wonderful work. so full of moments inside moments. And that has got to be one of the best opening lines I have ever read.
Thanks for the read Samuel. Sorry that this didn't really work for you. And yes, it should be 'at'. I have been horrible at editing this.
Thanks Meg, as always. That's a great compliment.
Love the way you image the woman, and the shift in Stroman's feelings, from...drops of rain/transparent candy to "tiny stones of accusation" You rocked the prompt!
Thanks Doug, glad you enjoyed this.
Damn. Love her voice swaying dangerously.
Thanks, AB.
LOVE ALL THE IMAGES HERE. THEY ARE FRESH AND ORIGINAL.AND EVERYTHING WORKS TOGETHER TO COMPLETE THE PICTURE. COOL!
Thanks Darryl.
I liked this. So much squeezed in but written perfectly.
Nice job!
I wanted more! Something seems about to happen here.
Thanks Gloria, appreciate that.
Thanks for reading, Geoffrey. Wrote this with the word limit in mind but wanted to leave the end as it is - open to sinister possibilities.
Ajay, this is just perfect.
Thanks J.B. Appreciate the read.
Beautifully woven words, I love the idea of a voice swaying in the breeze. All your words work doubly hard in this piece; so much to sense in so little space. Cracking.
awesome characterizations here; loved "her voice swaying dangerously in the breeze"
Thanks, Beate.
Really evocative and packs a punch.