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Running For Love

by tusker 

Posted: 20 November 2008
Word Count: 257
Summary: For Flash 1 challenge


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Grasshoppers clicked. Birds drowsed in hedgerows. The sun beat down and a light hot breeze bent the heads of long grass towards the west.
Spike, his skinny legs pumping up and down,kept at the same pace around the field sending up puffs of pollen in his wake.

Jake, sitting on the stile overlooking Quay’s Field, could see his friend’s bare chest and ribs almost swelling out with the exertion of running.

Then, halfway around the field, Spike spotted his friend. Jake waved but Spike didn’t wave back. Reaching the stile, dirty fingers pushing dark hair away from his forehead, Spike sunk to the ground, panting.

‘Are you okay?’ Jake asked. Breathless, Spike nodded and Jake jumping down from the stile, sat beside his friend. ‘How many times did you run around the field?’

Spike shrugged. ‘Five. Maybe six times.’

Jake let out a sound of admiration and Spike, plucking out at a blade of grass, sucked at the its sweet root in contemplation.

‘She’s not worth it, Spike,’ Jake said. ‘If Amy Lou prefers that nerd, Jon Lee, let her have him.’ Silence fell. Then he added, ‘Anyway, she’s fifteen. She’s too old.’

Spike cocked his head to one side and said, ‘Jon Lee’s got into the sprint finals and Amy Lou’s in the discus finals.’

‘She’ll be all muscle when she gets to sixteen. She’ll grow a moustache and all,’ Jake pointed out.

For a long moment, Spike chewed on his blade of grass before admitting with some regret,‘Just as well ‘cause I don’t like running.’







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Jordan789 at 23:11 on 20 November 2008  Report this post
This is funny and enjoyable.

There's something odd about having a character named "Spike" although I suppose it could be a nick name, given their ages.

The dialogue all works very well, and I think the only places I would work on are the beginning action sequence.

Grasshoppers clicked. Birds drowsed in hedgerows. The sun beat down and a light hot breeze bent the heads of long grass towards the west.
Spike, his skinny legs pumping up and down,kept at the same pace around the field sending up puffs of pollen in his wake.

Jake, sitting on the stile overlooking Quay’s Field, could see his friend’s bare chest and ribs almost swelling out with the exertion of running.

Then, halfway around the field, Spike spotted his friend. Jake waved but Spike didn’t wave back. Reaching the stile, dirty fingers pushing dark hair away from his forehead, Spike sunk to the ground, panting.


Firstly, something strikes me odd about starting this with the grasshoppers. Maybe it's their minutia, or their "clicking" but it doesn't feel right. I suppose I want Jake introduced right away, so that any of these observations can be his to have. Otherwise, as scene setting, they seem moot.

Start with Jake: "Jake sat on the stile overlooking QUay's Field. He watched his friend's legs pump and kick up puffs of pollen. Grasshoppers clicked. Birds drowsed in hedgerows. The sun... etc." I don't know if you should give all of that scene detail, or where you should give it, because you want the reader to feel that this kid running around the field is doing so angrily and with a bit of desperation.

You've a tendancy of using infinite verb forms (the type ending in "ing") at the start of sentences which I don't think is necessarily healthy, and it slows down sentences that I think should be sharper.

Reaching the stile, dirty fingers pushing dark hair away from his forehead, Spike sunk to the ground, panting.


About four other sentences start with this same structure.

This structure is common in mystery or thriller genre writing, ex. "Raising the gun to the robber's temple..." "Slowly opening the cellar door..." So the reader can be shocked when the gun pops, or a headless body tumbles out.

Try to make it more straight forward. "When he reached the stile he dropped to the ground, panting."


Couple minor things: Focusing on the ribs expanding of a kid who's far off in the field seems a little bit too microscopic. If he has binoculars, then maybe, otherwise I'd keep his POV held back a little.

ALso, what is "a sound of admiration"?

And, is grass sweet? The grass I've tasted is bitter and, well, the roots are usually covered in dirt. Of course, I don't eat that much or many varieties of it.

I've been very nitpicky, and I hope some of this was helpful. I know there are many different styles and types of writing, so, as always, take this all with a grain of salt. Or a handful.

Jordan

Forbes at 01:12 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Hi Jennifer

Poor Spike! Very atmospheric piece - I could smell the grass pollen in his wake.

My one suggestion would be to block the first little paras together to give the piece a visual bulk at the start - y'know?

Loved the final line. What we do for love - eh?

TFR

AVis

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... Forgot to say I liked this lots and lots!!

tusker at 06:30 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Thanks Jordan for your comments and suggestions. I can see what you mean.

It was a hasty put together flash and I suppose I wanted to convey the scenery, heat etc. and overdid it, perhaps.

Yes, the ends of some grasses do taste sweet. As a child, maybe an odd, always outdoors child, I used to chew the occasional blade. Dirt! You clean it off with dirty fingers, Jordan.

Won't tell you what we used to cook in old cans over fires on the beach without washing the cans out first.

Jennifer

tusker at 06:33 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Thanks Avis for liking it.

Love hits 10 year olds as bad as teenagers, doesn't it?

I agree with your suggestion.

Jennifer

Bunbry at 09:46 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Jennifer I really liked this. And I liked the scene setting.

I was suprised to find out he was only 10. Perhaps you could have put this in the story.

And put a vest on him! That Dunblane man popped into my head when I realised he was bare chested.

Nick

tusker at 10:28 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Thanks for liking it, Nick.

I suppose I should put his age in. In my mind he was about 10. Of course his passion was an ancient 15 year old.

Love moves swiftly on to another at that age, doesn't it?

Jennifer

Forbes at 10:30 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Nick

I thought you were worried he'd catch "chin-cough"!!!

Mothers always tell you to wear a vest - smeared in goose fat and whatever to fend off chills - even in midsummer.

You can't be too careful!

Avis ;

tusker at 11:01 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Avis, what about liberty bodices? Now they were passion killers.

Jennifer

tiger_bright at 17:08 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Another lovely lyrical flash from you, Jennifer, so evocative of the season it made me nostalgic for the Summer. I liked the heat and passion at the outset and then how readily the little boy changes from a near-romantic back into a grass-chewing kid. Very sweet and compelling picture, utterly believable.

tusker at 19:35 on 21 November 2008  Report this post
Thanks Sarah,

Glad you like it.

Bunbry at 11:15 on 22 November 2008  Report this post
Jennifer, I had to google Liberty Bodice as I've never seen one. I always imagined they were something quite exotic, but no - you are right!!!

Nick

tusker at 11:35 on 22 November 2008  Report this post
Now I've got you googling underwear, Nick!

Jennifer

Bunbry at 11:45 on 22 November 2008  Report this post
I do it all the time!!

Forbes at 13:43 on 22 November 2008  Report this post
Jennifer, it's the way you wear them!!

Avis ;

Jumbo at 14:24 on 22 November 2008  Report this post
Jennifer

I enjoyed this very much - but was very surprised to discover that Spike was only 10! Are modern day ten year olds looking at fifteen year old girls? He seemed a touch older than that. 12? 13?

And I think I'd tweak that sentence Breathless, Spike nodded and Jake jumping down from the stile, sat beside his friend. It sunds like Jake is jumping and sitting at the same time. Either a comma after 'Jake' or Breathless, Spike nodded. Jake jumped down from the stile and sat beside his friend. Just a thought.

But great atmosphere and I love the admission in that last line. I'm with him all the way.

Cheers

john

tusker at 14:53 on 22 November 2008  Report this post
Hi John, thanks for your kind comments and suggestions.

My grandson was around 10 when he fell in love with a 13 year old girl. It lasted a couple of weeks. Then he plumped for football and American wrestling.

Jennifer

LMJT at 11:16 on 23 November 2008  Report this post
Hi Jennifer,

I think this is a really nice idea and tells a story in so few words.

She’ll be all muscle when she gets to sixteen. She’ll grow a moustache and all

This was my favorite line!

Thanks for the read.

Liam

Prospero at 16:55 on 23 November 2008  Report this post
Ah, 'Gregory's Girl' revisted.

Excellent, Jennifer, I really enjoyed this gentle little piece.

Best

John

tusker at 18:48 on 23 November 2008  Report this post
Thanks Liam. Glad you enjoyed it.

Jennifer

tusker at 18:50 on 23 November 2008  Report this post
Hi John, Gentle, that's me. Glad Tiger has let you out of the basement.

Jennifer


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