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Saturday Interview: A Family Chimes In On Flash Fiction

This piece appeared here as part of Monkeybicycle's "One Sentence Stories" series:

Borders

All I know about the Borders--the grandmother, the father, mother, Ellie the oldest, Josh and Jack the twins, and Evelyn, the baby--is that one after another they shared their bathwater.

I thought I'd interview my family about this piece.

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Hey, Dad. So did you read the piece I sent you?

Yes. 


And?
 
I said I read it.

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Gotcha. Okay, Mom. Why do you think I titled it "Borders"?

Why don't you write something like that Patterson fellow? You could even get someone to write it for you. Just come up with an idea.

Focus, Mom. "Borders." Why "Borders"?

Or Turow. He wrote it all on the subway. You could do that.

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Aunt Lillian. You were an English teacher. How would you describe this sentence, the way its syntax supports its meaning? Or does it not support its meaning?


It's long.

What is?

For a sentence. And I don't care for dashes.

Not ever?

Loathe them.

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Uncle Harvey. You've always liked a good bath. When you read this story, then close your eyes, what do you see?
 

These breasts, like scoops of rice, at that Thai restaurant on 3rd street. Hard red nipples, like your aunt's used to get...well, you should've seen us...and the bath doesn't have bubbles, more like sea foam... 
Sea foam? I don't see foam. 
A mermaid. That's what it must be. This flipper...

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Hey, Chloe (she's ten). What do you think of this story?
 

It's weird. 
Do you like it? 
Not really. 
Why not?
I don't know. It's gross. Drinking bathwater.
Maybe they aren't drinking it.
Then it's just stupid.

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If you have any great "family" moments, it would be great to hear them as comments on the post. Could be quite funny, a listing of them all.


10 comments

From Sarah Black

From my father: 

1) Why don’t you write sto­ries that peo­ple would like to read? 

2) If you ever want to sell books, maybe you will have to stop writ­ing what you want to write, and write sto­ries peo­ple like.

From my moth­er:

1) Why do you have to use the bad words? You don’t talk like that, do you? Why use bas­tards when you could use ras­cals?

2) You could write a romance if you tried. You used to read them all the time. Or a nice children’s book.

From Randall Brown

All great, Sarah. I par­tic­u­lar­ly like the idea of writ­ing “sto­ries that peo­ple would like to read.” I might have to take your father up on that advice.

From donna d. vitucci

from my son, mark, every time i tell him i’ve had a suc­cess or a publication–and he’s 25 & has been say­ing this to me ever since that movie came out:
“mama, show me the mon­ey.”

From Randall Brown

Think how things might change if there were MONEY to be shown. 

Dad:
Don’t get your hopes up. Pro’bly no one’s ever going to want to print it.”

Mom:
…um hm…

Some­one I dat­ed for a few years:
Er, thank you for shar­ing.”

A co-work­er about online flash ezines:
Who knew there were so many wannabe writ­ers!”

Won­der why I’m most­ly a clos­et writer. 

From Randall Brown

I love these, Nan­cy, espe­cial­ly that “don’t get your hopes up.” Fun­ny and poignant.

From Katrina Denza

All so fun­ny. I think Sarah’s made me laugh the most: you ras­cal!

From Michelle Reale

My fam­i­ly doesn’t read what I write, because they don’t real­ly show an inter­est so I don’t show them any­more. My co-work­ers, will com­ment on the most minus­cule things on my Face­book page, but not ever, not even ONCE, has com­ment­ed on a sin­gle link to a sto­ry that I’ve post­ed. Oh right, I just remem­bered, my moth­er laughed uproar­i­ous­ly at a sto­ry I wrote three years ago that was meant to be poignant. She thought she was the main char­ac­ter and said: “Well I am fun­ny, always have been!” Good Lord.

From Hobie

You don’t know how to write stuff like that”

I showed this to my friend and she liked it.”

and

I don’t think I’d ever watch a movie like that.”

Wouldn’t it be great if you could get on Oprah?”

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