“You want me to build what?” Edwin spluttered, his voice bouncing off the open bonnet above him. Leaving his wrench on the engine he pulled himself upright and glared at the woman currently standing in his workshop. “I am not getting started with that crap again.”
“Come on Eddie” pleaded Melissa, “Just one.”
“No,” said Edwin. “Last time I charmed something for you Rome burned, and I mean literally.”
“So I was a rebel teenager,” shrugged Melissa.
“For five-hundred years?”
“I mature slowly, but I swear I’ll behave myself this time!”
“No Mel, it’s over. I’m not your witch anymore.”
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
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.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.
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Dear Carol,
If I’ve learned one thing from the other side of the pond, I’ve learned that the bonnet you speak of is what we refer to as the hood of the car. 😉
Sounds like the end of an enchanted relationship. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I was wondering if that might come up. Thanks for the comment.
The cultural exchange is one of my favorite things about Friday Fictioneers. It’s as if we’re all pen-pals and foreign exchange students.
What a fantastic way to put it.
What a wickedly good story! You painted such a fun relatinship, this would be a great novel.
I’ll have to have a think about writing it when you get a chance. Thank you for the lovely comment.
Good one, Carol, and I like your title as well.
janet
Thank you Janet. 😀
Ha.. a rebel teenager for 500 years is something really..
Indeed.
I wonder what it is she wants him to build? Nice dialogue.
Claire
I’ll hopefully work that out myself at some point. I’m hoping for something incredible with unexpected results and strange requirements.
Carol, 500 years is one long adolescence. I wouldn’t have wanted mine to be that long. A bit of magic makes an interesting story. I agree it would make an interesting longer story or novel. Well written. 🙂 — Susan
I actually started working it into something longer yesterday, but this morning someone revealed I apparently have to write a 1,000 word contextual essay for my dissertation so it seems my expanded piece is going to have to wait. *chuckles nervously while checking beneath the rug for yet for hidden deadlines*
I mature slowly – I can relate to that 🙂
I think maturity is something that needs to be measured on a sliding scale by an hourly basis. I can be incredibly mature, and then I can also end up screeching “NOOOOOO!” as I loose the tickle fight I initiated with the boyfriend. It all depends on my mood and my tea intake.
Loved the wickedness of that story. Fun and vibrant voice. Imagine being a rebel for 500 years! A fun read.
Carol,
that’s a great punchline. There does seem like there’s a novel in here somewhere, although it might be an epic with the kinds of lifespans you’re talking about. Lots of room for development, anyway. 🙂
-David
So he’s a witch who’s had, or trying to have, a career change. Very funny. I think Melissa’s not going to give up easily – she’d be quite persistent if she held onto her adolescent angst for so long.