A very strange short-story about Bob the Banana and the girl with the Umbrella
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NB: I did a speed writing thing for someone recently, where they tasked me to write a story about a Banana, a Young woman and an Umbrella. I often like to do that kind of thing, ask people for 3 objects and weave a story around them. I ended up with this in about 8 minutes.
Bob the Banana and the girl with the UmbrellaÂ
It was a happy Thursday… Or perhaps it was a Wednesday? I guess it depended on where you were… the north, the south… upside down or in a cupboard somewhere dark. And on this so called Thursday a banana sat upon the roadside, but this is not a banana you or I know, for this banana was called Bob, and he had arms and legs… and for him, his life and world was about to change.
For you see Bob had just been spotted, by a young woman with an umbrella. Now why she had an umbrella we are not truly sure. Perhaps she came from somewhere full of rain or… Maybe, she knew it was going to rain soon. Some-things in the world are like that, mysteries, out of sequence and yet… perfect for the time and place they are in.
Bob felt out of place in the world as a Banana, and I suppose … that was normal, if those around you were larger, looked different and didn’t have fears about being pealed. He had a fear of the human world he inhabited… yet… As this woman approached, he didn’t move or make a sound. Which was rather different to his last encounter that lead him on a rather large run from a hungry Dog and his foul tongued master.
The woman put the umbrella over Bob, which again we must point out is rather strange. For there was no rain. Bob asked so politely, as he was usually rather polite… just why this woman had come over and sheltered him with her Umbrella.
The young woman smiled and said words Bob will never forget. “Because all of us need protecting from something, just sometimes we end up protected from the wrong thingsâ€
Bob smiled, and perhaps cried… although its hard to tell if a Banana is crying… but lets say, we could tell. Bob thanked the young woman as she reached out her hand. “Want to be friends?†she said. Bob stretched out his hand too and together they wandered off.
Now to where they wandered no one knows… but what was sure, is that they were both protected from something… Just perhaps it was the wrong thing.
About The Author
Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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As always, very nice writing, my lovely Miss Matty 🙂
Matty, wow, wow and wow! That was such a great story that I got a chill reading the last line, just thinking of the depth of it. That is simply an amazing work of writing. Thanks for that!
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I liked that, very cute!
Another lovely and meaningful pice of writing. Well done Matty 🙂