Friday Fictioneers: Rose-Tinted Sunshine

It’s gratifying to know that my time in grad school has not only made my writing stronger and come easier, but it also made me incredibly punctual. This is what teaching 40-some students every semester will do to you, I suppose.

It did NOT make me any better at titles, unfortunately.

 

Enjoy~


 

 

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Title: Rose-Tinted Sunshine

Word Count: 150

 

Mr. John Saunders was a modern gentleman. His tailored suit and hat were marks of his natural magnetism. When he walked these sunny boulevards, heads turned his way.

But Mr. John Saunders was unhappy today. His sister had foisted her opossum of a daughter on him for the afternoon. This blonde-haired beast, however, ricocheted freely off the market stalls and park trees.

And all eyes turned to follow her. She would pet passing dogs and ask for free fruit and sweets. Every time, Mr. John Saunders apologized and shooed her away.

But everybody she plagued only smiled and did as she asked, genuine in their good cheer.

They had never sounded so pleased whenever he’d graced them with his presence.

To his horror, Mr. John Saunders realized that she was truly loved on these streets and that he was merely an eccentricity, a relic not yet confined to a museum.

 

 

Click here to see the rest of the week’s brilliant entries.

 


 

For real though, I’ll need to hire somebody to write my titles for me one day. Mine are, seriously, either all pretentious one-word titles or something like: “The NOUN of the NOUN.”

I blame “The Sound and the Fury” being my favorite title for poisoning my mind.

 

I bet “rose-tinted sunshine” would taste like strawberry lemonade.

 

Until next time!

 

 

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