How was your week? Mine went well–I’m doing some more writing for different projects (including stretching my copywriting muscle–hope I don’t strain it).
Today is Triple F, aka Fabulous Fiction Friday, aka the weekly prompt.
I thought I’d use a kinda funny but true event from my own life (with a twist) that left me chuckling after getting over my confusion.
So for this week, your prompt is:
Your character is approached in a crowd, tapped on the shoulder, and called by the wrong name when they turn around.
And the awkwardness can build from there…
I took a bit of a different approach–usually this would just be “Hey sorry, that ain’t me,” and that’d be that. End of the story–actually it’s not a story at all, it’s just one awkward, disconnected event.
I’d like you to connect it to something. Can your character help whoever this is find what or who they’re looking for? Do they have time? I’ve found sometimes that people look for people, and other times they look for people who they know or think can help them out with something (get something from a high shelf, answer a question, what-have-ya).
Maybe you can do something a bit similar, or not.
And that’s on top of sketching out who these characters are on the inside, and what’s brought them to this point.
A woman is looking for her son, who’s supposed to meet her at a cafe. When he doesn’t show up, she starts asking around, and thinks she’s found him. Turns out he looks similar, but he is from the same hometown, and helps her look him up. Further hilarity ensues when she checks her phone and finds a message to say her son got stuck in traffic and couldn’t make it. Oops.
A robot secretary is on the loose, looking for a six-armed life form to create a new nameplate for him before his memory banks get wiped. The alien agrees to help, but she tells him she has no idea what to do or look for, even after he insists she’s the one for this job. But is she? What if she’s a whistle-blower for the robot tech company, and the biggest proof of manufacturer tampering has suddenly found her?
(I just had to go as far away from normal people and things as I possibly could).
That’s enough to start the mental snowball tumbling down the hill, I’m thinking, and get you off and writing.
June’s a little over a week underway now.
Make it a great weekend, with good memories, all right?
Until next time (and week),