Friday 6 April 2012

Fuzzy: a very late #atozchallenge and #fridayflash

Cherise groaned. There was a caveman playing rocks in her head, and the room seemed to be swimming. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. Yesterday was a fuzzy recollection of too much to eat and… drink? Had she gone drinking? She didn’t think so. She remembered not so clearly ordering orange juice to the laughter of her colleagues.

George had been a total jerk, of course, trying to force her to down a glass of Tiger. She had yelled at him, saying that she would never ever go anywhere with him again. He had shrugged and laughed. Fuming, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the club with Mike, who had - was this right? - been egging George on. She rubbed at her temples, wondering if she would ever think straight again.

Mike had taken her to the new indie place out at Victoria Street and bought her coffee. At least, she thought it was coffee. Was it coffee? Was she there with Mike alone? As dubious as it seemed, she seemed to think that was right. Next - next was that blurred out part where she had been dragged up on stage to sing with whoever it was who had been singing. She had nearly died from embarrassment - at least that was a feasible reason to not remember that bit.

Come to think of it - where am I? she thought as the room stopped swaying enough for her to not recognise the furniture. At least she was in her own clothes. There was that. Her eyes focused on a little white clock on the wall. She had never put a clock in her room because she didn’t want to be hounded endlessly by the things she needed to do, though why a clock would give her that sense of hounding she had never quite figured out.

And where is the door? Cherise gazed around the room, trying to identify the familiar outlines of a doorway. The caveman seemed to be getting more excited the more she tried. The clock faded into the whitewash of the wall and Cherise gave up.

She lay her head back down on the pillow.

Read part 2: Gyroscope 
Read part 3: Hysterical

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fuzzy:

1. having a frizzy texture or appearance: a girl with fuzzy dark hair
2. difficult to perceive; indistinct or vague: the picture is very fuzzy that fuzzy line between right and wrong (of a person or the mind) unable to think clearly; confused: my mind felt fuzzy
3. another term for fuzzed. their former jolly sound has been drowned in swathes of layered, fuzzy guitar
4 . Computing & Logic relating to a form of set theory and logic in which predicates may have degrees of applicability, rather than simply being true or false. It has important uses in artificial intelligence and the design of control systems.

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Will be at S+S workshops all this weekend (that's Short and Sweet to you) where we learn how to write and act and direct 10-minute plays!
Tonight's session has been awesome fun, and psst... Alex Broun is easy on the eyes. ;)

18 comments:

  1. wow. anyone would feel fuzzy after a night like that.Great A-Z post!
    Nutschell
    www.thewritingnut.com

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  2. intriguing. is there more?

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  3. I'm fuzzy anyway. :)
    Ciara Knight
    www.ciaraknight.com
    A to Z

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  4. Good one. I want to know what happens next! :)

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    1. Thanks Natalie!
      There are two more posts on this now.
      Gyroscope that was up on Saturday, and one more coming on Monday.

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  5. I'm enjoying your posts. You explain a word so well in these short stories!

    This is me, Duncan D. Horne, visiting you from the A-Z challenge, wishing you all the best throughout April and beyond.

    Duncan In Kuantan

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  6. This is great and so is the A-Z idea. Just read another one of yours too. You have a great style, one that automatically draws the reader in and makes them want to read more and more. This is a brilliant piece - well done

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    1. Thanks, brainhaze.
      You compliment me to much *blush*

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  7. That's a great intro, and a terrific way to highlight the word "fuzzy".

    And I particularly love the image of an excited caveman in your protagonist's head. Another great way to convey how she's feeling.

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    1. Thanks KjM. Dropping your blog now. :)

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  8. Days/nights like that...ugh...reminds me of waking up after surgery and still definitely feeling the effects of the painkillers/knockouts. I would be curious to see what had actually happened to Cherise that night. :)

    Great A-Z idea! It's funny; I also did a flash fiction for F. Frontier-themed. :)

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    1. Tried to drop by your blog, but I can't find it :(
      Link?

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  9. Interesting drama, did she find the door? Where was she?

    http://sulekharawat.com/2012/04/09/how-do-i-define-magic/

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    1. On a spaceship! With an invisible door! =) Two more posts on that, if you haven't already read it.
      (I know, I'm really late replying comments)

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