Friday Fiction – Gotta Go With The Flow

Yay! It’s that time of the week again! Okay, so it’s not quite Friday, but I’m sure it’s Friday somewhere and I didn’t like being number 86 last week, so I’m posting early (ner ner di ner ner). For any of you who have been following my internet woes, my connection is still rubbish, there’s still no sign of the router, and I am wasting a lot of time on the phone to my internet provider when I could be writing stories instead. Never mind. We’re here now and it’s all good. Hope you enjoy my little story below.

For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link at the end of my story to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.

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Gotta Go With The Flow

When Cinnamon Sky’s mother, Windsock Tambourine, said they were getting a car, she was thrilled. Finally something normal in her life.

She skipped to school in her homemade clothes, patched, darned and embroidered with CND logos. At lunch she devoured her homemade bread and homemade hummus. And when school finished, she ran to the gates, where her mother waited in flared flower-print dungarees, hair flowing in the wind, a whiff of lentils and incense in the air.

‘Where’s the car?’ Cinnamon asked.

Her mum grinned and pointed. Cinnamon’s jaw dropped.

‘For the love of patchouli, mother, a homemade car? Seriously?’

(100 words)

Copyright - Beth Carter

Copyright – Beth Carter

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78 thoughts on “Friday Fiction – Gotta Go With The Flow

    • Hi Ted,
      I found an old bottle of patchouli oil during my mega-declutter last week. XXX Strength. It doesn’t improve with age. It reeks!
      I’m sure Cinnamon will survive – and change her name when she grows up!

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    • I love Starflower Moonbright, too! I’ll wait till my son gets home to listen to your song – he’s studying German at school – thanks for the link 🙂

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  1. Oh that was funny…
    “‘For the love of patchouli, mother,”
    It seems the apple does not fall far from the tree after all…! (As much as she would hate to admit it…) 🙂

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    • Thanks Carolyn, glad you enjoyed it. Yes, poor Cinnamon has definitely been influenced by her mother – it might all change when she hits her teen years though!

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  2. Windsock Tambourine? Love it! With a name that wacky, no wonder she’d buy a car like this! Very funny story 🙂

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  4. Wow great character names that fit perfectly with the story. Great build up and it was so believable with your other descriptions. I’ll have to print this one out for the owner of the car (once I find him in Florida!)

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    • Thank you – glad you enjoyed it. And I hope Cinnamon does grow to love the car, I think she’s lumbered with it (and the homemade bread) whether she likes it or not 🙂

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  5. I love you stories, El. I just laughed! I’m not sure if you meant it to be funny or not, but I found it very humorous. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with homemade…all except the car, of course!

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  6. ‘For the love of patchouli, mother…’ what a fantastic line! (Can I borrow it?) And what a fantastic and inventive mother, although I’m sure she’s one you only appreciate from a distance. Poor Cinnamon. Lovely story.

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    • HI Sarah Ann. You can have ‘for the love of patchouli’ with my blessing 🙂 I can’t think I’ll be using it again soon!
      As for Cinnamon, I’m sure she’ll grow up to be proud of her mother!

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  7. For the love of patchouli, El! This one hit me where I live as I’m enjoying the scent of a patchouli candle as a write. No lie. My first car was a VW Beetle. I wore out three pairs of moccasins in HS. I’m still a bit of a hippie…but now I can just say “eccentric” right?
    I really enjoyed your story. Funny stuff. I visualized the whole scene. Sorry for your internet woes. How frustrating! Glad it hasn’t kept you from Friday Fictioneers. I’d miss you terribly.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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    • Hi Rochelle
      I found an old bottle of patchouli oil during my clear up last week. Not sure I’m as keen on it as I was back then.
      There’s a lot of truth in this story – the flared dungarees were my mother’s pride and joy! She drove a 2CV, similar to a VW just a bit more angular – she swapped it for a bottle of whisky when it died. I think she got the better deal 🙂 It looked a lot like the picture. Fabulous prompt this week, roll on the next FF 😀

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    • Hi Rich
      I’m ridiculously late replying to this – dodgy internet finally fixed! CND was the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament – we campaigned against those pesky Americans (sorry!) bringing their dodgy nuclear weapons to Britain and keeping them at Greenham Common. I was 12 – my mother (in her flared dungarees) was a big CND supporter. We held hands, sang peace songs and all that jazz.

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  8. Very sweet. You have to pity the girl, although I’m sure she will love those memories when she grows older and has her own kids. Who has a mom who builds her own car?

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  9. Very funny. I think that the daughter might turn out to be rather like her mother however much she doesn’t want to – “For the love of patchouli”
    Claire

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  10. Windsock Tambourine – I can just see her in her patched dungarees and long frazzled hair. I think there must be other stories for Cinnamon Sky in the future.
    CND – a trip back in time to Greenham Common and ‘flower power’
    Loved your story
    Dee

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    • Hi Dee
      I know I’m late replying to this one (I’ve just replied to your comment on this week’s story so this is going to confuse you!) – I got so frustrated with the internet last week but it’s all fixed now so I’m back online! Had to reply to this as I’m thrilled you remember Greenham Common! I sort of assumed everyone knew what CND was, but of course they don’t. (A lot of them had never heard of patchouli either!)
      thanks for commenting 🙂

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