Rebirth (Friday Fictioneers, August 2014)

Copyright Madison Woods

Deep beneath the slick, rain-streaked cobbles of a Parisienne suburb, I continue my restless journey.

Occasionally I’ll hitch a ride on the greasy fur of some reluctant water-rat, accelerating my progress as it tries to shake me off, but I lost three days clinging to the face of a bloated corpse before I realised she was going nowhere. Nothing had changed for her, even in death.

The days have been long and dark, but today I see a glimmer at the end of the tunnel and I ooze gently in anticipation.

Sunlight… spores… soft breezes.

Today, Paris; tomorrow, a sewer near you.

And later…

The last time this photo was used for the Friday Fictioneers prompt, I opted for a more humorous approach with Brotherly Love.  This time, with Rochelle taking a short break and my dark side champing at the bit, I’ve taken a different direction.  And now… off down the Rhone for us.  🙂

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About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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81 Responses to Rebirth (Friday Fictioneers, August 2014)

  1. kingsleycw13 says:

    Looks like you’ve been plagued with dark thoughts! Wonderful first person travelogue, though I don’t fancy the world tour it has planned!

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  2. Sandra, Well written as always, and hilarious this time. 😀 I especially liked the part about the corpse. I don’t know that we have much to fear from that alien. It seems as confused as the rest of us, perhaps even more so. 🙂 —Susan

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  3. Well…it does make one wonder…in the microscopic world what is going on…plenty to eat, that’s for sure! Well told!

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  4. Such a great POV, very funny story.

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  5. A plague with a mind of its own.. grizzly.

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  6. “I ooze gently in anticipation.” … Snort! That’s good! 😀

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  7. DCTdesigns says:

    Sandra- I finally matured to a place where I didn’t fear what might be lurking in the sewer and find its way up my toilet. Now that sense of peace is over. Only consolation is I’m not in Paris. Wait, no that’s no consolation at all. Great story- Dana

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  8. Sandra, beautifully ominous story. So glad your dark side didn’t surface during our visit. 🙂 Enjoy the Rhone!

    janet

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  9. paulmclem says:

    One of these stories where you don’t really need to “get it”…just enjoy the description and the possibilities.

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  10. Lynda says:

    Good grief was this gross! I loved it, but now I will be standing on the seat to p–
    😉

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  11. helenmidgley says:

    Gross but great 😉

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  12. Brrrr. Time to bring out the disinfectant. Nicely done.

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  13. Elizabeth says:

    I wish it doesn’t arrive here close to me. Let it be in Paris, the city of lights!

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  14. jwdwrites says:

    I was driving through France a couple of weeks ago on my way back from Spain with my family and we unexpectedly drove through Castelsarrisin. I immediately thought of you and I am glad to see that you are still writing your stylish FF contributions.

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    • Sandra says:

      Hi there! Seems a while. Yes, we once wintered the boat at Castelsarrasin, which has a lovely basin port, and as I started working on this blog shortly after, I gave it that name as a working title. Never got round to thinking of anything better, and I guess too late now. Thanks for visiting.

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  15. plaridel says:

    the best I’ve read from you so far. very smooth sailing from beginning to end.

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  16. I personally think that this is the Part 2 of your Brotherly Love piece, and this is the remains of the sister oozing around in the sewers after being wanded.

    Randy

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  17. Mike says:

    I chuckled when I read “Nothing had changed for her, even in death.” Good point-of-view story.

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  18. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Sandra, Love your story – I wrote about an alien too – but I like yours much better. This was the creepiest picture so far in this club. I hope their aren’t too many of them – I could have easily of barfed – but I didn’t. Have fun on your cruise – you are one of the luckiest people in the world! Nan 🙂

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  19. hugmamma says:

    Aaahhh, the wonderful life of a bug…

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  20. draliman says:

    A day in the life of some virus, perhaps? A chilling threat for the future in any case. Very imaginative!

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  21. Anita says:

    Aha! Creative one! Won’t get to see the creature as I never visit the sewers:)

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  22. Keep away from those Rhone water rats. Great story. I like not quite knowing exactly what this is, plague, green slime, alien oozing life-form even. But the idea of it lurking, unseen, is wonderfully unsettling.

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  23. Ellespeth says:

    Oh ewww! The photo was scary enough 😦 This was good, though.
    Ellespeth

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  24. You never disappoint! Oozing along just waiting for opportunity … *shudder* 😉

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  25. Brings to mind nasty thoughts of the plague lurking in the sewer. And riding a rat. Yuck! And a corpse. Creepy story to go with a disturbing photo.

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  26. subroto says:

    And later a plague maybe. There is a hint of menace in those words. Definitely the dark side.

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  27. Amy Reese says:

    And later…what?! This stuff is creepy, Sandra. My favorite line is “I realised she was going nowhere. Nothing had changed for her, even in death.” Ha, this spore thing seems to have a sense of humor. Love it.

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  28. hafong says:

    You are dark, indeed, Sandra! Clinging on a corpse – gives me the willies. 🙂

    Lily

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  29. Lucy says:

    Oh, be still my heart. I do love studying infectious, insidious diseases. This one is particularly gross. Great gross job and cautionary, too. Lucy

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  30. Dear Sandra,

    I think it’s time for me to go on another vacation after reading this one. .This sounds like a maggot’s-eye-view. But could be a host of other things. Evil spirits? Totally ooky and well written as always. .

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  31. liz young says:

    Yuck! The trouble is, you never know . . .

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  32. Sarah Ann says:

    Such a delightful image the ‘ooze gently in anticipation’. I enjoyed the annoyance and disdain your disease expresses towards his immovable corpse. Still, I don’t have to like his attitude. (Why am I assuming this manifestation is male?)

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  33. wmqcolby says:

    I could see a flea or a parasite with its little suitcases packed like in the movie, “A Bug’s Life.” Pretty cool stuff. Wonderful, as usual, Sandra.

    No story from me this week, but I will have one for Friday. Enjoy the Rhone!

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  34. How nice of you to leave us with this creepy image, while you drift peacefully down the Rhone! You wicked woman you. 😉 Enjoy your trip, Sandra!

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  35. Ah, it’s always happy to see one enjoying a holiday! Can’t wait to see the slides.

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  36. Blake says:

    I really like the tone of this story. “I lost three days clinging to the face of a bloated corpse” – so casually gruesome, so vivid.

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