My god. I do it. I play the “is that one of you” (a lesbian) game with the wife when we’re out and about. I’ve sped up when a gang of hooded youths have walked behind me at night. Jesus, even a lone male walking behind me after a night out makes me jumpier than a grasshopper on acid.
I know. I’m meant to be a fucking feminist. Excuse me whilst I sit and quietly rock myself in the corner and consider burning my bra whilst it’s still attached, because at this point self flagellation is the only answer, right?!
Ok, I’ve calmed down and sprinkled my reality salt on my salad. Just because we unconsciously link things, doesn’t mean we consciously act on them. So don’t freak out if you do have a bias or 5! At least, that’s what I am telling myself!
Sometimes, we make judgements on things but we’re wrong and they turn out to be totally unexpected. Write about when something wasn’t what it seemed. In under 200 words.
1000speak is an online movement, set on getting 1000 people each month to write on compassion. It’s open to all, and each month the topic is different. This month they celebrate their 1 year anniversary. Congrats, and why not join in?
Now to last week, although a quick apology to Charli, who entered last week and I totally missed her entry. This is from two weeks ago and the Edge challenge.
Over the Edge by Charli Mills
“Wolfrick!” Jen sprang off the log. Like a warrior adjusting a sword before battle, she let go the ax handle, catching the steel head and running blade-out.
“Stay back,” Wolf shouted. He hunkered, either to roll with the coming blow or charge. Backed up to the edge of the ridge that fell 3,000 feet to the Kootenai River below, he was trapped.
Jen slowed, talking low and confident, as if soothing a troubled toddler. Being the eldest of 12, she knew something about tantrums. Be calm. Be strong. And, by God, don’t go having a dozen of them. One snorting, dirt-pawing, 800-pound moose was tantamount to a gang of toddlers throwing fits. The moose lowered its head and lunged.
Wolf’s powerful tumble dodged the full impact, but Jen heard his muttering in German. He lay on the ground curled on his side. Cautiously, Jen approached. “You okay?”
“Yes, it hit my shoulder in passing.” Jen extended the handle of her ax and helped him up.
Together they approached the edge. “Damn,” she swore. The moose crumpled motionless at the base of the Ponderosa that broke its fall and its neck.
Next in, Geoffle with this twisted horrifying perfection.
‘I know Judy. Can I call you Judy?’
‘Oh yes. That’s such a beautiful name.’
‘Is it? Can I keep it?’
‘Oh yes. For ever.’
‘That’s so kind. Mummy always said nothing lasts forever.’
‘But your name does.’
‘Yes. And cinnamon.’
‘Yes, that too.’
‘Can we go for a ride?’
‘Yes, shall we sit? Where shall we go?’
‘The beach. I love the beach. And ice cream. Can we have ice cream?’
‘No silly. Vanilla. With a chocolate stick. And sandcastles. And sunshine.’
‘It’s always sunny, isn’t it?’
‘Oh yes. I like the rain. That’s sunny too.’
‘You’re funny, Judy.’
‘That’s such a lovely name.’
‘It makes you happy, does it? That name?’
‘I’m always happy. Everywhere is perfect.’
‘I’ll just get a blanket. Then we can go to the beach.’
‘Will there be ice cream.’
Next in Jane, with a little teaser from her sequel
She squeezed Tully’s hand and dragged him after the others into the lane.
“Did you see?”
“Those grey-faced characters?”
“What did we do?”
Tully shrugged. “Maybe they didn’t like Dad’s jokes.”
“Seriously. It’s followed us, hasn’t it? Whatever it was back at the mall that…”
Tully kissed her forehead. “Yvain will know what’s going on. I hope.”
Carla glanced over her shoulder. The grey men had gone. The familiar cold terror settled back into the pit of her stomach.
Next in Kim, with a poem of a beautiful Utopian world
A perfect world
Of nature, art and poetry
Happiness and equality
Respect and harmony
A simple world
With no war
No hate or poverty
A good place
A colourful place
Where you can be alone
But never lonely
Now for Judy, and she always blows me away with a brilliantly rhymed poem
There is no such thing as Utopia
But if there was, for me it would be
Days filled with beautiful sunshine
And home would be right by the sea.
There would be no sickness or hunger
Crime would never exist
No wars, struggles, or conflicts
Or hospital waiting lists!
Everyone would be equal
Regardless of colour or creed,
Gender and sexual preference.
There would be no children in need.
But what if life were so perfect?
With never a worry or fear
Nothing to strive or save up for
Everything you need is right here.
Being constantly happy
With everything going your way
May get kind of boring
Like a Utopian Groundhog Day!