Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge, 12th November, 2014

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November 12, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a photo bomb (serious scene interrupted by something absurd or unexpected). You may also use a photo bomb (one of the three above or one from your own photos) to tell a ridiculous story. You don’t have to be funny–you can be wildly imaginative. Shake up the writing brain a bit and see what falls onto the page.

I find this time of year very stressful: lack of light, grumbly grimbly weather, unconscious memories, not really sure which, probably all of these and more besides. It’s still September for both Merlin and Vanda, so I at least have the joy of thinking about warmer weather and less confining months on their behalf. Today’s flash comes from Vanda’s visit to her old tutor. I love the scene it comes from as I get to make a perfectly rational senior university lecturer act in a manner so totally out of character that it makes me laugh. I don’t really care if no one else ever reads my work, I’ll just re-read it over and over again to myself! I jest, of course. Readers enjoying it as much as I do would be wonderful. Marius Scarlette really does put Vanda through it on this visit, and this slightly re-worked excerpt is just the start! The picture below is of Bristol University, which has turned into University College, Wessex for the day to suit my writerly needs. You can draw your own conclusions from the one above 🙂

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Vanda Meets Marius
Vanda felt herded, all the way from Marius Scarlette’s once bright and airy study, into the lift, out again on the ground floor, and into the entrance lobby of  UC,W’s History and Archaeology department.
“Oh, dolt is me! What dolt am I?” Scarlette intoned, theatrically. “Forgotten the wherewithal! Stay there! Back in a mo!”
“Wha–” Vanda began, but the breath was knocked out of her with a whoosh as she landed on the leather sofa with a very unladylike plonk and a noise that sounded like a huge fart. The receptionist giggled, Vanda did too. “That bloody sofa!”

After that experience I think Vanda may be needing some angel power, so here’s a 6th century one I’m sure she’ll like:


If this fragment has whetted your appetite for more of Vanda and Marius, you can read the whole scene here in the Blogging My Book post for Scene Five, Vanda’s Meeting With Her Mentor, or just use the link here

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Brightest Blessings, as always,

Tally :-)

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  • Charli Mills says:

    Ha, ha! That’s a great resounding photo bomb of a scene! Interesting, all the layers of characters and time and history. Really this is quite an epic undertaking. Once November is under my belt, my reward is to come over here and get into your chapters starting at the beginning. Blessing to you in this frigid season! Stay warm!

    • Tally Pendragon says:

      Hi Charli,

      Sorry to take so long in replying, bit discombobulated with lack of light, SAD but true! Thanks, indeed! I can send you a copy of what I’ve blogged so far, if it makes it easier to read like that, Scrivener likes doing this, and you’d get the scenes in what I deem at present to be the correct order, but then you’d miss out on the accompanying photos and the whole blogginess of the project. Let me know your reading needs and I will coordinate my authorly obligations.

      It’s not that cold here, yet, but it is wet and miserable, and, believe it or not, muggy, so it’s like going out in the cold and sweating a lot. No change there then, I do that all year round. Don’t know how I’d cope with real cold weather now. When I visited my dad in Colorado it was all too exciting to notice that, were I to go out after dark, and without eskimo gloves right up to the elbows, my fingers may actually drop off, but I was a good deal younger then too!

      More Blessings,
      Tally 🙂

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