06:30:44 pm on September 21, 2012 |
Tuesday Tales WINNER 58!
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I am happy to have this week’s Tuesdaytales Judgemasters take over:
Jeffery HollarPoet, father, husband and Klingon/Ferengi hybrid mix. Voracious reader (been at it for 45 years) and writer of paranormal satire.
Cindylouewho (cindylouewho2) This story really tugged at the strings of my heart (which is no easy task to do). It had a very nice flow to it that drew me along from beginning to end. Well done!
Maureen (@emyrldlady) I absolutely loved the methodical progression of colors in this piece. They built a sense of tension while all the while not letting me know exactly where it was going. This is, amongst a fine crowd, my choice for best use of the prompt word.
Sheilagh Lee This was a very captivating demonstration of “what goes around…comes around.” It had a good pace to it and built to a very interesting, and unexpected, conclusion. I can’t help but feel Cerise would have been justified in taking joy in the distress of her teacher but she chose the high road instead.
TUESDAY TALE:Cerise considered a dunce by her first grade teacher lived in her own world. Cerise studied the interactions of classmates, and teachers. She was the ultimate observer of people. She didn’t care others thought her mind wandered, she didn’t interact. Cerise grew up and went to college studying behavioural patterns .Cerise bestowed award after award from her peers, for her field of study, but deep down Cerise was still the little girl the teacher said had lost her mind. Cerise went to therapy weekly to overcome her feelings, but never quite succeeded from dimming the voice. One day at the grocery store she ran into her teacher.
“I’m sorry dear, I taught a lot of students. You are?”
“Oh…I remember you. Do you work here?” she asked.
“No, I am a world renowned behavioural scientist. Do you still teach?”
“Teach why would I teach? I’m only five. Where’s my mother?”
“Mother there you are,” said the man then to Cerise he explained. “Sorry she gets confused now. Alzheimer’s.”
Cerise thought she should feel some justice in that Mrs. Bertrand lost her mind, but instead she felt sad. Poor woman she suffered what she feared the most.
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