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The Bears

It took us a while to get use to the bears. I mean really, one can hardly expect for such a creature to approach you in the street and start commenting on how dreary the weather is for this time of year.
Except that was exactly what happened and it almost cost me my bus as I stood there spluttering for a response. Sunshine in November, dreary my foot!
I was lost for words if you’ll believe it. Well I don’t suppose it matters if you do or you don’t, talking bears or loss of words. However I assure you that this is the god’s honest truth, or at least my honest truth since I don’t even know if you believe in a god or not.

I suppose you’ll have some sort of preference. I rather like Minerva, never mind if I believe in the Roman deity. But she does have a certain feminist pull, and I never can resist a strong woman in myth or history. They always demand attention and perhaps a little envy, no matter if they hold the same view or not, it’s the speaking out that catches me.
But back to this bear since I’m not here to discuss religion or philosophy. However I do know a grizzly who holds a PhD in both, though he is somewhat of a crank. Conversations tends to lean towards the more impressive side of social interactions, but even then, he can be impossible to talk to at times. I have never heard so many riddles as can be fitted in over tea and biscuits with Herodotus. I’m telling you, when it comes to some of these bears you’d almost think tha— 
Oh of course, the bear at the bus stop, I haven’t finished that story yet!
Well you have to understand, I’d never met a talking bear, or any sort of bear really. Yet there was one at the bus stop; perfectly melancholy over the weather.
So I told him, as polite as you like. 
"Well I’m not sure what you expected. This is England, two more degrees and we could claim summer had arrived early!"


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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

14 Comments

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  2. jacksonzombie says

    This made me smile. Pieces like this, that require an immediate suspension of disbelief are difficult to pull off, but the breathless excitement of the storyteller pulls the reader in like the first great drop of a rollercoaster – somewhat disorienting, but thrilling nonetheless.

    • I’m very glad that that was the impression given, and thank you, you’re leaving some wonderful comments. I don’t often get such full bodied responses.

  3. Suzanne says

    Delightfully quirky. I really enjoyed reading it. I love the way you wander from thoughts about Minerva to a discussion about the weather. 🙂

  4. echoesofthepen says

    What a delightful story! It could almost be an excerpt from a modern day Alice in Wonderland; a fanciful scenario told in such a matter of fact and believable way that enables the suspension of disbelief right from the start. Well done…

  5. autorediessere says

    Made me laugh — very entertaining read, and the last sentence was perfect. While reading it, I was wondering how you were going to end it and tie it all together for the short piece. That last line was great, a great end to a lovely piece. 🙂

    – Autore

    • Thank you very much, I’m glad that the piece entertained, I enjoyed writing it. So much writing can lead towards love-sick and darker themes these days that I try to throw in some more light-heart pieces here and there.

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