Building Blocks (? The ‘world view’ of our readers)

Time molds vivid memories from one’s past into the building blocks of one’s writing…

Remembering that our readers are seeing a picture that we are drawing with words, we must keep in mind that the reader may/may not mentally associate with what we are trying to infer.

“The road would seem to be in the middle of nowhere. Yet, the profusion of retail businesses at this intersection exhibited the diversity of area residents.” One should never judge a population solely on the distance you are from a large city or small town; how will your readers so judge? However, some things are universal. For instance, all around the world, birds will frequent outdoor eateries, just as people do. Here are two examples:

We were sitting outside at a café in Stuttgart, Germany, and the waitress placed a basket of warm rolls on the center of our table. Within a blink of an eye, a pigeon landed on the basket and began to feast on the rolls. I had to use my hand to brush the aggressively hungry pigeon away. I commented to my date that this café sure did serve rare food (I meant undercooked, but maybe they did serve pigeons).

In Panama City, Panama, I was having some food at an outdoor café, when I noticed two hungry looking pigeons standing by the curbside watching me eat. Not thinking clearly, I tossed a few bread crumbs to the hungry birds. Instantly, a flock of what appeared to be two thousand birds materialized out of nowhere and descended amongst the tables! Two things immediately came to mind. First, these pigeons could have easily won a pigeon race in Germany, and, far more importantly, it was time for Steve to leave the café before the other patrons dining outside realized I was the one who was responsible for pigeon invasion!

Talking about food, let us remember that our readers may not mentally associate with something we think is universal. For example, Starbucks are located all around the world. However, even though there seemed to be a Starbucks on every street in Seoul, South Korea, none seemed to have decaf coffee. I was told the decaf beans were too expensive to import. Thus, a reader from Seoul may/may not understand: “To the surprise of his girlfriend, he ordered a Starbucks Decaf Americano before heading to their nighttime playground.”

Think about your ‘building blocks’; we can not write without them.

 

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The Whorl Around Her Heart (homophone flash fiction)

Sometimes fate can predict an uplifting fête in sync with your life. Other times you just sink; just like swanky jeans that contradict your parent’s genes.  However, remembering that no amount of loot can replace a lute melody, ‘Prophet’ Fred looked around the café and thought how monetary profit was secondary to life.  His favorite saying is “You can aweigh your work anchor, but never really be away from responsibility.”  Thus, the sight of Jane walking into packed café, suddenly reminded him that he had made a pact to help her find her bracelet; or be ‘fined’!

“Hi Jane,” said Fred, “I’ve looked high and low.”

“Lo and behold,” responded Jane, “it’s mister ‘wile’.  I bet that rheum under your eyes is from searching the room while I was gone.”  She sat next to Fred and asked him if his wave of smiles excused his waive of assistance.

“Jane, you may have given me a thank you for giving you a tour of the tor of St. Luke Mountain; but your comment just tore my heart.”

“Oh Fred; such purl to sway the pearl of my heart.”

After they had a coffee, Fred reminded Jane that you may press emotions like paper through a calender, but each day they were together was a day in the calendar of love.
Fred’s words resolved the pique before it could peak, and he said that they should peek around the café one more time; then go to her house to see if her pet peke had eaten it.
Jane replied to the whorl around her heart that they should give it a whirl.

As they were just about to go through the door, the café manager stopped them.  “Are you looking for this,” as he held out the bracelet, “one of our staff found it.”

As Jane took the bracelet, Fred knew this had been a close call, as he had almost failed her cloze test in their conversation.

(The Whorl Around Her Heart, is fiction, © Steven S. Walsky, November 2017.)