Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m., April 20th, 2011
Sadhika is engaged in battle with the Spring weather. Her passion for the immaculate will serve her well during the job interview that she's heading to, and it serves her well in her wardrobe now. She is determined to look good, no matter what the weather has to say about it. Dew rests in her ponytail, and the humidity attempts to frizz it; but much to the weather's dismay, it stays in one thick banana curl draped over her shoulder, more elegant than any expensive jewelry or shawl. Her bright coral scarf slaps the gray clouds away, and her thin ballet flats defy the growing puddles. The cuffs of her pants remain evenly rolled. The weather wonders if she has cheated and stitched them there.
Overall it appears that Sadhika will win this war. The fog and the raindrops admire her perfection, but the overcast sky will never let them admit it.
Want to read another story that I wrote based on a prompt in Rose Metal Press' Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction? OF COURSE you do! We were supposed to write a story in which we either take an ancient myth and make it modern, or defamiliarize it. I used the birth of Athena. Here it is.
He hadn't wanted the thing in the first place. Zed was a happy man--a powerful businessman, rich, full of influence in his community. He had a beautiful wife. She was a few years older than him, but more elegant than any woman he'd ever seen. Then one day she said, "I'm pregnant," and he saw his whole life disintegrate.
Her belly would warp, her breasts would droop. The monster would cry all night, and lines of sleeplessness would carve their way into her face--and his own face, for that matter. Zed was used to doing whatever he wanted, and now he'd be expected to give up everything for the kid. All his money spent on schooling and clothes and extracurricular activities to make the thing "well-rounded." No more drinks the with the boys on Monday nights; his wife would expect him to come home and watch the brat so she could get some rest. His vacations to exotic resorts would become trips to tacky destinations like Disney World. Worst of all, one day the little creature would grow up and inherit everything Zed had. He'd be dead, but the thing would go on living.
That's why Zed pushed his wife down a flight of stairs. Nobody would suggest it was anything other than an accident--Zed was too important. And he could always find a new woman. Younger and prettier, probably. Imagine Zed's surprise when he discovered that such a battering doesn't guarantee death. When the doctors said his wife was in a coma, but that the baby would live, Zed buried his face in his hands. They all thought he was grateful.
The baby was born a few weeks later--a girl. He named her Athena. She came out bawling, her tiny fists pumping. Her screams made Zed's head hurt.
And that is that. Sorry I haven't written in so long. I've been a bit busy, and I've had a headache since Thursday night. Have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so hopefully I'll get that taken care of. You know what else is tomorrow? WRITING GROUP! Exciting.
In other news, my friend Leta finally started a new blog: Love & Rocketships. She is an excellent writer. Do yourselves a favor and read it.
Also...this is totally irrelevant to the blog, but you should probably all go on twitter and vote for @SHARON_NEEDLES using the hashtag #dragrace. She deserves to be America's Next Drag Superstar more than anyone else.