Jul 16, 2012 10:21 pm
The prompt this week is:
…the rain turned the road into a river…
I think my story has a moral. I haven’t quite worked out exactly what it is!
A Stranger in Floodtown
The rain turned the road into a river. Fortunately the drivers of Floodtown were used to this. As soon as the water level reached their car’s chassis, they pressed the button marked float. The wheels slowly vanished inside the frame and the bottom of the vehicle became more rounded. The drivers waited until the water level was high enough for floating. Then they continued their journey.
Today, Floodtown had a visitor: Darcie from Droughttown. She waited in her car watching all the other cars turning into boats and expecting the same to happen to hers. By the time she realised it wouldn’t, it was too late. Darcie drowned.
Posted by Miriam Drori
Categories: 100-word stories, Books
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Hmm. Darcie sounds a little like people who won’t vote in government elections, but still wait to take part in any good changes that happen to occur, without really knowing how they occur. Even if I haven’t quite got it, you’ve written a good little puzzler here.
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By Sparks In Shadow on Jul 17, 2012 at 9:46 am
Thanks! And I don’t know if you’re right – I haven’t quite got it either, yet. 🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 17, 2012 at 10:23 am
This was very clever and made me laugh. I took this as a parable about resistance to change between cultures.
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By Older Mum (@Older_Mum) on Jul 17, 2012 at 2:36 pm
Yes, that’s it. Thank you 🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 17, 2012 at 4:23 pm
Reminds me of those Mr Men books which often also have a profound moral at heart.
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By Middle-aged Matron on Jul 17, 2012 at 4:48 pm
Except that no one drowns in them 🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 17, 2012 at 6:03 pm
Oh! I wasn’t expecting that! Congratulations on creating a surprise ending.
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By enterprisegranLynda Dixon on Jul 17, 2012 at 10:05 pm
Thanks 🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 18, 2012 at 9:03 am
You jollied us along so sweetly and then … excellent!
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By Gilly Gee on Jul 17, 2012 at 10:31 pm
🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 18, 2012 at 9:05 am
Oh my goodness! I didn’t see that coming. Felt like being pelted somehow! LOL! way to twist the tale…!
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By Lorraine ForT on Jul 17, 2012 at 11:39 pm
Hope you didn’t get hurt! And thank you 🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 18, 2012 at 9:06 am
Oh, poor old Darcie. Coming from Drought town she found herself out of her depth (in more ways than one) and just wasn’t equipped to deal with such a new and different experience for her. But at least she’d taken the risk and gone into Flood town. It’s good to take risks and try things outside our own experiences (but hopefully we won’t drown). Guess I’m being much too analytical now. Loved your story, Miriam.
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By Jean Davison on Jul 18, 2012 at 12:22 pm
Thanks Jean 🙂 But why didn’t any of the Floodtown people help Darcie? Were they unwilling to approach a stranger? Or am I being too analytical?
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By Miriam on Jul 18, 2012 at 7:28 pm
Yes, why didn’t they? Good point.
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By Jean Davison on Jul 19, 2012 at 1:33 am
I want a car that turns into a bought and an airplane. Poor Darcie, sometimes you should ask for help.
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By Lisa Wields Words on Jul 18, 2012 at 8:28 pm
So do I.
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By Miriam on Jul 18, 2012 at 11:29 pm
Poor Darcie – she should have realized she was out of her depth! And I guess the smugly sealed, well-rounded Floodtowners were all too much adrift to notice she needed help…
(oops. I see I’m repeating what has already been said!)
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By newpillowbook on Jul 18, 2012 at 9:50 pm
Great minds think alike. Thanks for commenting 🙂
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By Miriam on Jul 18, 2012 at 11:30 pm
Nice twist at the end of your piece. Poor Darcie! She should have stayed home.
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By uwlalum on Jul 19, 2012 at 7:58 pm
Yes. I can think of some other people who should have stayed at home (thinking of my latest post).
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By Miriam on Jul 19, 2012 at 8:33 pm
Love it.
Darcie would definitely be a candidate for a Darwin award (for the terminally stupid).
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By Delft on Jul 19, 2012 at 8:58 pm
Brilliant Miriam. I feel like I ‘get’ the moral somewhere deep in my psyche, without really knowing what it is. I can’t explain it, except to say it just ‘clicked.’ Whatever it is, it really resonated with me for some reason. Perhaps it is about asking for help… I don’t know. Anyway, I liked it! Nice take on the prompt. I’m still waiting for inspiration…
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By Rachael 'Honest' Blair on Jul 19, 2012 at 10:07 pm
Thanks, Rachael. I prefer to write my entry before looking at all the others.
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By Miriam on Jul 19, 2012 at 11:45 pm
Me too, usually. But yours came up in my WordPress reader and I couldn’t resist it!
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By Rachael 'Honest' Blair on Jul 22, 2012 at 12:25 am
This is a bit scary, isn’t it? It shows how we have to really learn about the places we are going to visit before we get there, don’t we? When in Rome, etc. Poor Darcie was a bit too trusting and laid back. Nicely written.
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By DancingInTheRain on Jul 22, 2012 at 12:03 am
Poor Darcie. Such is the price of adaptation to the environment. Wonder of the same would work in reverse…
Great work!
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By shadetheraven on Jul 22, 2012 at 9:06 pm
Dry and clever. Yeah, a Floodtown driver would probably die of starvation in Droughttown. Wouldn’t be able to get anywhere. V original.
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By ventahl on Jul 24, 2012 at 4:47 pm
Wow! My little story says so much. No wonder I couldn’t decide what its moral is.
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By Miriam on Jul 25, 2012 at 8:26 am
Who is leading and guiding Darcie life? They must be responsible. 😀
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By hilal achmar on Jul 30, 2012 at 4:05 am
That’s an interesting idea. So someone from Droughttown wanted to get rid of Darcie and sent her to Floodtown? Hmmm.
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By Miriam on Jul 30, 2012 at 9:12 am