Wednesday, February 01, 2017

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Post1439. Wednesday February 1

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers



Where did they go? What happened to the days when the worst thing George could lose was a marble?

And what of his dreams? He made plans, lots of plans. He tried to make them come true, he really did. But they got lost along the way.

He was never lucky in love. He tried bless him. He wooed a few but always lost out to other men. So unfair.

He would lose bets, lose at card games, lose jobs. His team lost every football match.

He spent his life searching, seeking, trying. Losing.

The other night some of his contemporaries were chatting over old times in the pub. ‘What happened to him?’ one asked pointing to George who was sitting alone in a corner mumbling into his half of beer.

‘Lives in a home apparently’ said another. ‘They say he lost his marbles’

They all laughed.

George didn’t. He had one more thing to do. That cackling lot over there wouldn’t be laughing much longer. This was one battle he was determined not to lose. All he had to do was come up with an idea. Sadly though, just then he lost his train of thought.

Poor George.



Wordcount 200. Written for FFfAW and inspired by this week’s photo.

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22 comments:

  1. Hi Keith - poor George ... he knew his mind, but his mind had lost its marbles ... can see that happening - people can be cruel, like small kids -- leaving the odd one out. Cheers Hilary

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  2. Ah George. Excellent one Keith.

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  3. Awww, poor guy! He such a loser that he even lost his train of thought. I have to say, thank goodness because I was a little bit concerned where he was going. LOL! Great story Keith!

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    1. I wasn't either until I reached the final sentence. I had a couple of endings in mind. Thanks PJ

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  4. A great word picture of an unfortunate man. Clever take on this one.

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  5. Yowza. You don't often leave me cold like this. Well done, all the same. Poor guy.

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    1. Sorry Darla! Here, have a blanket! Cheers.

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  6. oh poor George indeed, but your story has another side I believe and the humour masking the pain. I really enjoyed the marble at the start and at the end - it tied up the story really nicely.

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    1. I tried not make it too depressing. Thanks Gina.

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  7. Too good Keith. And a little sad. But I am sure something bigger and better will happen to him.As long as there is life, there is hope!

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    1. There's always hope - at least, I hope so.Thanks Shvi.

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  8. Nicely done. I like the symbolism of the marbles and the play on words. Sounds like George might of had enough tonight. Better luck next time (lol).

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    1. There's always tomorrow - hopefully. Thanks for your comment.

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  9. Some people really do seem to have a dark cloud over their lives. Sorry bunch of old pals George had, to sit and laugh at him for his failures in life. I'm hoping his mind clears and he hatches a brilliant plan to put them in their place!

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    1. That would be great. Unlikely, but great! Thanks Josie

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  10. Nice story and a great play on words. 😊

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  11. sad yet beautifully written piece.

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  12. A very sad tale of isolation and loneliness.

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