It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly challenge to flash ficiton writers. The idea: in 100-words, tell a story inspired by the picture.
The Weeping of Fire Hydrants (100 words)
Like the boy — awed, awkward, immobilized by the unexpectedness of sudden beauty — the fire hydrant watched the girl. The WALK sign was lit, but the boy made no move. Neither did the fire hydrant, but for different reasons.
The girl’s short skirt — her cheerleader skirt, prom skirt, Ice Capades skirt, Nutcracker skirt — flared about her bare thighs as she leaped from the curb. The boy watched, his mouth agape, his arms slack at his side.
The girl spun in the sunlight like a dewdrop sparking upon a web.
The fire hydrant wanted to dance. But, at best, it could only weep.
A flashy bit of humour, well done 🙂
Really cool story. I like the unexpected perspective and the clear description.
Liked the humor–“but for different reasons.” Great description of the girl, “spun in the sunlight…”
Aw great point of view – personifying the inanimate object! Loved your descriptive sentences – especially the one where you covered all possible thoughts about the skirt – and this line
Like the boy — awed, awkward, immobilized by the unexpectedness of sudden beauty
Even fire hydrants have feelings.. Well written!
i find this very kool. Always wonder what the inanimate think (?) of our antics.
The beauty is more than he can process.
Oh it can’r be easy to be a fire hydrant.
The problem in personifying the hydrant is the lack of adjectives you can apply but I applaud your effort.
Dear C. Patrick,
I feel the hydrant’s pain.
After fire hydrants weep – do they get de-hydranted?
That’s good. Poor hydrant. This really works for me.