flash fiction friday #74
flash fiction friday #74 trigger: write of [a] being stuck in space and/or time...
[trigger wording does not indicate specific personal beliefs about spacetime continuum and/or possibilities available to non/sentient beings but simply provides, hopefully, the most storytelling options possible within given constraints.]
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 12:01 pm
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PART 1
It have certain things dat de shape of ah mango allow it to do an' not do.
Dat is physics.
Mango doh know like how ah woman or man know.
Mango only know like mango could know.
But mango know enough to be real surprised when it leave de stem and never hit nothing.
Mango confuse. In terms of what mango know, when it leave de stem, it supposed to hit ground. Mango didn't call it ground, or hit, or stem.
De way it should go is, if mango not on de stem, then mango have one mission now, and that is to throw root into ground and grow into tree. Mango don't know root or tree either, and it don't know grow.
Mango is just really a slave to chemical responses triggered by physical stimuli, such as, a middle-bearing-aged mango, refusing to make de necessary lifestyle changes and thus becoming too heavy (the inherent paradox being that fuller mangoes are more desirable) to hold on to a stem. Said stem giving way, releasing mango into free-fall, and as mango spin it begins to release new chemicals. Cacophonies of peel, flesh, seed and amber sapblood, and de pale milky tear forming where it was attached to de stem, all combine to make a scent dat must attract, flies and birds, cattle and people. Mango need help, to strip away de flesh and de skin so dat de seed could now, naked as it born, return to de earth, back to mother.
PART 2
Outside of physics, a nex' ting mango doh know is probability. Dis itself, not too far fetched, given mango total lack of any mathematical knowledge, and not limited to de computational level but even if we just talking basic numeracy, mango and maths is ah NO. Like dat shit so understood it capitalized...we digress.
Mango and probability is ah NO.
Mango just releasing chemicals and advertising itself for consumption so dat it could survive.
Mango, surprisingly, more and more sounding like a sex worker.
Mango, releasing chemicals, advertising and spinning, don't know, but know dat it suppose to hit ground, ignorant of maths and anything math related, and is off de stem, in free-fall, making little mango-type revolutions through de air, and what den, are de odds?
What are de odds dat mango spin in a way that no mango ever spin before.
Is not so much dat mango spin out of existence, is more like mango spin right into existing.
On de way down, after leaving the stem, mango never hit ground.
De perfect, mango-type revolutions, as executed by, now off de stem, free-falling mango, excite up molecule in de atmosphere and, de molecular activity lead to, unknown to mango, a build up of energy as un-witnessed by humanity and a resulting wormhole completes the cliche and appears, just large enough and appearing instantaneously long enough to swallow mango, and only mango. It eh take no ground, no nothing else. It was, just a blip of something looking like it become nothing. Like it was never dey.
Mango with de perfect mango-type revolutions is now in an ascended state of nirvana and has gone from being an unregarded collection of universal material, to de centre.
Mango, by entering de wormhole while performing perfect mango-type revolutions triggered two things.
First, which was triggered by de wormhole but, de wormhole really create by de spin of Mango and thus causation can be attributed to Mango, but de wormhole led, not through time but rather to an eternal moment.
Dis moment led to de second thing which was Mango becoming sentient.
Dis sentient, still spinning, free-falling Mango, immediately understood how it came to be.
De wormhole dat it generated took it to a dimensional plane where it is forever trapped in its act of perfection, de perfect mango-type revolutions that it randomly fell into, while falling from de stem.
Having been transported to dis eternal moment while embodying mango-type perfection, Mango also acknowledges dat it is not only sentient but is in fact transcended. Mango now, lives in de moment, has no judgement, is fully enlightened.
Mango's first and second to last thought as an enlightened being is
'Now dat I sentient and enlightened and understand wha transpire, I could head back earth and show dem people de scene.'
Mango's last thought is
'Nah. Fuck dat. Fuhs man try to eat mih go geh through.'
Which is very much an un-enlightened sentiment, the realization of which causes Mango's rotation to wobble ever so slightly from the axis of perfect mango-type revolutions but it is enough to immediately reverse the whole process.
Back on earth, two hundred years had passed.
De tree mango fell from has long gone.
De field the tree was in, gone, a small city in the general area, but only pavement and road in the like, de exack spot where de tree was.
This hungry vagrant now shuffling off to find some shade from de hot sun.
He forget that the mango tree he know from small, done gone. He walking off pondering this when a full, juicy mango hit him on top his head, like just drop outta nowhere.
my [extra-late]fff#74@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/05/fff74.html or the post immediately above this one on this blog...walk good.
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