For a time, Violet and Tiffany were inseparable, yet they were as dissimilar as two young women could be.
At school, Tiffany partied, while Violet settled in to work, and steered Tiffany around trouble spots.
At university, Tiffany dazzled professors and cheered football teams to victory, while Violet laboured over research and kept Tiffany on track.
Later, Tiffany shimmered and glowed and danced till dawn, surrounded by adoring men. Violet picked up the pieces, smoothed Tiffany’s ruffled edges.
They parted company one Saturday, Tiffany smiling from the covers of a stack of glossy new paperbacks, Violet busy autographing copies. Tiffany was on her own now.
I spent a wonderful day at the Sydney Writers’ Festival this week. The sun shone, the harbour sparkled, the presentations were lively, the conversations friendly and the coffee good. I rode the train home feeling so loaded up with inspiration that I could whiz off a bestseller with no trouble at all. Then it took me three attempts to come up with a story for this week’s photo.
This is my story, and once again it’s for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
On a related note, I’m thrilled to say that my first published short story, “Storm Warnings”, is now available in an anthology called No Tea Tomorrow, by Stringybark Press, Canberra, Australia.The book presents the winning and commended entries in a recent competition calling for stories with an Australian theme. Click on the picture for details and to order.