Friday Fictioneers: Little Sister Lost

The following is a 100 word essay of flash fiction as part of a weekly writing challenge called Friday Fictioneers

This week’s photo prompt has been provided by Beth Carter

Photo by Beth Carter

Photo by Beth Carter

“This car was a metaphor for who my sister was” I thought as I examined the monstrosity that now resided in my yard. “She was a genius; I mean the damn thing even ran. She was creative, artistic, and chaotic.

She couldn’t finish school; keep a job, or a place to live. She needed medication, but she refused it. She chose to live among others who like her, lived by their wits, ingenuity, and resourcefulness, in a place where they were accepted for who they were; not who society wanted them to be.

They had their own society and it was safe there, until it wasn’t any more.

60 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Little Sister Lost

  1. That’s a very different take, an artistic one, and I thought the prompt lent itself well to what you wrote: the messiness, the uniqueness of the car, the things in the car. But it threw the flow off, to my mind at least, when you switched tenses here: “where they are accepted for who they are not who society wants them to be. They have their own society and it’s safe there, until it’s not.”

    janet

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  2. The first part is all in the past tense…she was, I thought, she needed. Then you’re saying, “they are accepted” rather than “they were accepted.” So to continue the flow: “where there were accepted for who they were, not who society wanted them to be. They had their own society and it was safe there, until it wasn’t.” Sorry not to be more specific. Does this make sense?

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  3. That;s a very effective line there, ‘it’s safe there,until it’s not’. I liked this, you’ve conveyed the sister’s character beautifully in just a few words, together with the relationship between them. Very well done.

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    • I think this is common in our society. I was in Georgetown last month and it’s a mixture of extremes. High end retail just a block above the bridge where people live out in the elements.

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    • Mental illness is a serious issue affecting our society on many many levels.Last week i read about a woman who dumped her change purse into the tin cup of a homeless man, not realizing her engagement ring, which needed sizing was in there. She went back a few days later and the man gladly gave her ring back. This went viral and the homeless man was reunited with siblings he had not seen in 20 years. It made me wonder why. 20 years is a long time, this story in part came from that.

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  4. I got that she died, hence past tense. I get
    that their are currently others that she left behind, hence present tense. I like it. ;-). The 100 words. Not the situation. That makes me sad.

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  5. The last line is very poignant.
    a thought provoking story. i liked the way you gave metaphorical reference of the car as the sister’s life and traits. interesting.

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  6. Like this story a lot. Until it’s not is the operative phrase isn’t it? Some people can’t live by social norms. That has to be okay. Nicely done.

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  7. powerful emotion here. It felt very real to me, like the character really was your sister. It was that first line. You made this reader believe; you did your job well.

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  8. although she may have died because of her situation, your beginning lines made me think she was happy in that she lived how she wanted to live…not according to the rules set up by our “normal” society. if so, i am happy for her.

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  9. I really like your take on this photo – a chaotic though creative genius, who lived life on her own terms – not many of us gifted, or brave enough to do that.

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  10. In this world, it takes great courage to be who you are. I just pity the sister with that monstrosity in the garden – although her children may like it?

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  11. When my wife worked for the parks department, she had quite a bit of interaction with the homeless. Many of them suffered from mental illness and the inability to “fit in” You captured that well

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  12. In only 100 words you managed to make me love your sister. Obviously genius runs in the family. I’m sad this story is in the past tense but happy that I read it even though it left me with tears in my eyes.

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