A very quick post from me this evening as I’m already on leg one of my annual Christmas tour of Britain (Isle of Wight to Darlington via Newbury). First an announcement:
Micro Bookends is taking a break next week. The next contest will be on the 1st of January; however, if you’re anything like me, there will be a time (or more likely several times) over the next week where you’ll need to remove yourself from the festivities, shut yourself away in a quiet room and write. To that end, I’ll be posting a festive prompt on Christmas Day which will remain open all week.
I just had to use this photo as this week’s prompt as soon as I saw it, and you guys really did it justice. There was a lot of whimsy this week as you might expect, but also a lot of serious and even dark stories. Such a fantastic range of interpretations. Thanks to everyone who wrote and commented.
A massive thank you to this week’s judge, Rasha Tayaket. Here’s what she had to say about your entries:
Some real gems of stories submitted! I both appreciate and loathe the opportunity to judge this week, as I always find more than one that I think should be winners. Alas, the point of entering each week is to compete against your peers – sometimes the words and picture work well for your particular style, sometimes not. It’s all part of the fun! But enough about me and onto your stories.
Birthday Dig by Grace Black
I love the father-son interaction. I think it was a great take on the photo prompt with the dinosaurs and dirt. There is a lot going on with the narrator and we get a very clear snapshot into his life. We know he is a better father to his own son and his own father was to him, he was not planning on having a son but stepped up to the plate when the time came, and that he loves the mother of his son. Really love all the detail that stacked nicely into this short short story.
Kat’s Magical Spoons by A.J. Walker
The idea of a child digging up dinosaurs from her own back yard fits perfectly with the picture provided for the prompt. I love the innocence of Kat and Sam’s genuine surprise that she is able to dig up all her homemade dino eggs. After digging up plastic dinosaurs Kat feels like she can do anything at all
What I Taught My Daughter About Dating by Geoff Holme
Carbon dating, that is! Hannah writes a report on her dad’s work, baby brother Bobby reenacts it with dirt and plastic dinosaurs on the floor. I could see this scene play out as a father juggles his time between two children. From the title to the dialogue, this story encapsulates the photo prompt and seamlessly uses the bookend words to create a lovely picture. I would definitely read more about Hannah and Bobby, and can only imagine through trouble the narrator is in with Eve.
What I Taught My Daughter About Dating
“’Rating’? No, it should be ‘dating’.”
I was looking over Hannah’s school essay about my work as a palaeontologist.
Fossilised dinosaur bones are found only in sedimentary rock. Researchers have to find adjacent layers that include igneous rock; radiometric dating can determine their age.
“They’re like bookends, indicating the start and end of the period when the sedimentary rock formed.”
I’d also explained how I use a rock hammer to dig out fossil bones. Bobby must have overheard.
Downstairs, he’d covered the carpet with dinosaur models and coal from the Aga and was using our finest dessert spoons to recreate the scene.
Thinking of Eve’s reaction convulsed my digestive system.