There have been various times in my life when I just happen to run into someone, whether online or in real life, and we just connect, to form a very humorous dynamic. Often who this happens with, and why it happens, is a total mystery to me. It just happens for whatever reason, and I’m always glad when it happens, because it often results in a lot of fun for both parties involved.
Susie Lindau is one of those people here on WordPress, who makes that humorous dynamic happen for me. She is also a very talented writer, and every Friday Susie writes a post on her blog called “100 Word Flash Fiction” in which another blogger submits a random photograph and challenges other bloggers to write a fictional story based on the photo, no more than 100 words long.
When I read Susie’s latest version of “100 Word Flash Fiction” earlier today, I was very impressed with her writing, and I appreciated it in the serious way in which she originally intended it to be. Here’s the link: The Intruder – 100 Word Flash Fiction
But then that humorous dynamic thing kicked in…
Below is Susie’s post, followed by my comment.
The Intruder – 100 Word Flash Fiction
From the corner of the cramped bedroom, he watched her chest rise and fall under the floral comforter. He inhaled the familiar lavender scent. A quivering flash of lightning coincided with the rumble of thunder and she stirred.
After crossing the room to the bedside table, he reached for the framed photograph, but tipped it over. She sat upright while scanning the darkness that cloaked her quarters. The rhythmic pelting of rain against the window filled the room.
He slipped under the covers and ran his pale fingertip along her warm thigh.
She screamed, but he was already gone.
Have you ever had a ghostly encounter? I had one last night! I’m writing a few scenes for my book based on my experiences.
Cool! Susie, I think this is my favorite 100 word flash of yours that I’ve read since I started following you. And you had a ghostly encounter just last night? Was this ghost guy less easily spooked than the one in your story? Does your husband have reason to be jealous?
Well I’m jealous! And now you’re probably wondering why? You probably often wonder ‘why?’ many times and in many ways with me, and this is normal, since many people who know me, really wonder about me… Remember that old song “To Know Him is to Love Him”? Well, with me, it’s more like “To Know Him is to Wonder Why?”
But yeah, I’m jealous. And the reason why, is that I’ve NEVER had a ghostly encounter, however much I’ve really wanted to have a ghostly encounter, but I’ve never had one – Not even one single time!
But apparently you’ve had so many, that you’ve got enough material to write a book about it! Sigh! Life just isn’t fair…
It’s not like I haven’t tried to have a ghostly encounter! I’ve done many hours of ghostly research, learned all their ghostly habits, and their favorite ghostly hang outs. I’ve spent many nights in places where other people have been frequently haunted by ghosts, but they never bother to haunt me. It’s depressing, and it just makes me feel paranormally unwanted and inadequate…
I dunno… maybe ghosts don’t like to appear to people like me, who instead of being scared, would be delighted to see them! Maybe ghosts think that I’d ask them lots of annoying questions, and ask them for their autographs, which may really annoy them!
“You want my autograph?! In case you haven’t noticed, well I’m a flippin’ GHOST! And ghosts are supposed to be mysterious, unknown, very subtle, causing a vague but increasing sense of dread, building up to a sudden crescendo of supernatural terror! But people like you just ruin all that… and just so you know, ghosts DON’T sign autographs! I mean, really! Can’t you just chase celebrities instead of chasing ghosts? It’s really what people like you should be doing, so please just go do it right now, and leave us ghosts alone!”
Sometimes being rejected and the resulting feelings of rejection, cause me to behave even more strangely than I normally do.
Me trying to look like a ghost by sticking my face in my scanner…