‘ What does it says?’
‘The tattoo artist swore.’
‘And you believed him?’
‘He makes money from tourists. Why would he lie?’
‘Because he sees you walking in and knows he’ll get away with it. Because it adds to his collection of pictures of Western bimbos who thinks they’re superstars.’
‘He said it’s a traditional character, so maybe you can’t read it.’
‘Superstar. In traditional Chinese? You know, I hope it says idiot.’
‘Shouldn’t you know?’
‘Why? I was born here. And my grandparents came from Hong Kong. Mandarin is as foreign to me as it is to you.’
‘You remember my friend Janice?’
‘Course I remember her, Nan.’
‘Her daughter, she’s a lawyer and she could use some help. Lot of unfair dismissal cases and such. It’s not human rights, but it’s a start.’
‘Nah, human rights, that’s so five years ago. I was young and stupid.’
‘Idealistic, I’d call it. Didn’t you study law to help people?’
‘Well, I didn’t know the options then, did I? The internship I did earlier this year, the firm want me back.’
‘The internship you hated because it was so tedious?’
‘Tedious. And unpaid. You should see my starting salary, though.’
Harvest time, how I used to hate it.
How I cursed the bees in spring. How I wish, now, they hadn’t died
because I long to drive the old tractor again.
Welcome to Week of Three Line Tales.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post.
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it. I can’t guarantee I’ll get round to updating the round-up later than that.
- Have fun.
Please note I’ll be house-hunting in another country all day, so I may not be around much today. Wish me luck…
This is a story about a girl who received a piece of advice she didn’t like. One of her creative writing teachers said: Creativity loves boundaries.
No, said the girl, I don’t like boundaries. I don’t want to make anything off limits. I want it all.
But all is quite a lot. Sometimes, all staring at the girl proved too much.
Maybe, said the girl. Maybe I’ll try a boundary.
One hundred words. I’m going to limit myself to 100 words, said the girl. See how it goes.
Bumpy is how it went, at first. Now, though, it’s going well.
‘This is it?’
‘I said wait till you see the inside.’
‘But this is it? It’s surrounded by concrete. Looks like one of those chain pubs. Don’t say it used to be a pub.’
’It wasn’t a pub.’
‘Don’t lie, I’ll be able to smell.’
‘You ready to go in, then?’
‘There’s no privacy. Anyone can walk all around it.’
‘Let’s go in.’
‘Don’t you see it would be a waste of time? I don’t like it.’
‘You ought to see the inside.’
‘One glance. Won’t take more… Oh, wow! This is unexpected. Look at the fireplace. I love it.’
For Moral Mondays and FFfAW.
We know how it began and when,
and if we’re honest we could have nipped it in the bud had we opposed them then
(the price we pay for saving our skin).
They high-five, chuckling.
‘I’ll admit to not believing they would fall for it.’
‘You sold it, mate. You did well.’
‘Aw, thanks, man. But this is down to you as well. More so, even. You make the news, you form the nation’s opinion.’
‘Don’t play modest. You started it.’
’Suppose I did.’
‘The immediate future ain’t gonna look rosy.’
‘Pretty bleak, in fact, I’d imagine.’
‘Your next move?’
‘Lie low for a bit, swoop in like a superhero to save the day as and when.’
‘Bless ‘em. They think they’re free now. Idiots.’