Saturday, 2 March 2013

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - MY JUNK MAN - 100 Words by Linda Palund



My Junk Man

                 At first, I was worried he’d become a hoarder.  The mountain of junk in the garage kept growing.

            Then I decided he was being wonderfully creative, building all kinds of contraptions out of the stuff he had collected. 

            I marvelled at how inventive he was.  He was so happy when he showed me that amazing car, although it didn’t actually run the way he claimed.

            When I discovered our neighbours’ belongings together with mine hidden among his inventions, I knew I had to do something.

            The day they took him away was the worst day of my life.
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16 comments:

  1. Anonymous2 March 2013 at 18:33

    I like this! snappy...a great little story without any sentimentality....but with a punch

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  2. Linda Palund2 March 2013 at 18:40

    Thanks! I thought maybe it was too sentimental, reflecting my current mood...

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  3. Anonymous2 March 2013 at 19:55

    Hi Linda,
    Creative tale and I like the way your main character's attitude evolves. One man's junk . . . Ron

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    1. Linda Palund2 March 2013 at 23:13

      Thank you, Ron, for noticing my evolution. Sadly, it's a real evolution and I better revolve it, so I can write a little lighter...

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  4. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields2 March 2013 at 21:42

    Klepto-hoarder? A crisp and well written story, Linda. Glad to have you back among us. I hope your mood improves.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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    1. Linda Palund2 March 2013 at 23:12

      Thanks, Rochelle...I hope so, too. Next week I am determined to lift myself out of this, if I have to bring back my R7 Robot to do it!

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  5. tedstrutz2 March 2013 at 22:08

    Oh wow... sad story. That would be a surprise to find that, and have to take action.

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  6. Linda Palund2 March 2013 at 23:11

    Thanks, Ted...Yup, that's the sad truth.

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  7. janet3 March 2013 at 00:03

    Linda, your story was very unsentimental even though it was about a sentimental subject. Well-written.

    Hope the weekend will revive you!

    janet

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    1. Linda Palund3 March 2013 at 16:23

      Thanks, Janet,
      My personal life if very sad right now, but I am determined not to let it enter my story next week. i am going to heal my stories with robots!

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  8. Amrit Sinha3 March 2013 at 07:19

    I would really like to thank you for visiting my blog and correcting the grammatical errors in my post. Thanks so much my friend :-) It's always a pleasure to know your shortcomings so that I can work on them and change them into my strengths :-)

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    1. Linda Palund3 March 2013 at 16:21

      Thank you for that. I am happy when folks correct my typos, because I just quickly re-edit my blog and then everything is better.
      Keep up the good work,
      Laura

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  9. Anonymous4 March 2013 at 00:00

    this is good - but i'm confused by the last line. why was this the worst day of the narrator's life? what was the relationship between the narrator and the thief?

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    1. Linda Palund4 March 2013 at 16:43

      I hoped it was evident that the narrator was a close relative - either mother, wife or sister, since I used "our neighbours" and also, since the narrator was obviously close, since he was showing him/her all his creations.

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  10. H.L. Pauff4 March 2013 at 16:09

    The way you take us from enjoying the quirkiness to feeling the sadness is wonderful

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  11. Linda Palund4 March 2013 at 16:43

    Thanks for that. I was trying for that balance.

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