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(Re)Vision: PicFic

In About All Publications, About Word Works on 07/01/2010 at 19:53

It’s both an honor and thrill to be the invited PicFic Featured Contributor for July.
This means that four of my Twitter-length fictions will appear in PicFic this month, and also on the journal’s Twitter-feed — one per week.

The first in the series is entitled (Re)Vision. The direct link is → here.

Now that’s it’s published, I have a confession:

While (Re)Vision is certainly a story, it’s a bit of a stretch to call it fiction.

Why, you might ask?

Well, the source of (Re)Vision goes back to my childhood, my days in grade school, the era of 70’s television. And when it comes to 70’s TV, it’s no secret that ‘The Brady Bunch’ was IT for me. I blogged about it recently here.

Of all the Brady characters, Jan was my idol — something about her pensive look, her emotions, blonde hair, the braces, her glasses. Jan was cool. No doubt about it. I wanted to be her, so I did what I could:

pensive, emotional → no problem
hair → used a product called ‘Sun In’ to lighten my locks
braces → got them in high school; late, but better than never
glasses → this one took work …

Blinked my eyes incessantly. Closed them hard. Told my parents I couldn’t see. They took me to the ophthalmologist. He tested my eyes, and like clockwork, the plan worked…or so I thought. He said I needed glasses to solve the vision problem. But the blinking issue — a sign of allergies, he said — called for another course of action. He instructed my parents to:

Get. Rid. Of. Our. Dog.

That’s right.

When I confessed to my parents that all was a lie, that I could see very well, that I voluntarily forced the hard blinking, that I loved my dog…they didn’t believe me one bit.

So, I got the wire-rimmed glasses I wanted so badly but didn’t need. And our beloved dog, Scrubby, left our family–went off to a farm for good. We never held him again in our arms–all because of me (and Jan, of course).

Now back to my story Re(Vision):

Karma, perhaps?

  1. Ha! Cool story. Made me laugh.

    • The only saving grace — I tell myself, at least — is that Scrubby had a better home on the farm, free to roam, than contained and leashed in the city.

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