I love the last one. Don’t get me started on god’s hiddenness (hmm how many n’s?) as I’ve been on some YouTube rabbit holes on that one recently. Annoyingly you make an interesting point, kind of CS Lewis he’s so absent you just have to believe in him
I can easily pass hours in an airport just watching people, overhearing tiny snippets of conversations, and wondering about them...then letting my imagination drift until I have given them a three generation backstory. I was into adulthood before I realized not everyone does that.
What a collection. A yellow cab travels east, a hidden god in the back seat, a small pebble warming in the hand in his coat pocket. The driver glances in the rear view mirror and sees a tired grey man, an accountant perhaps, on his way home in the rain to a small suburban house. Maybe he has a cat. There are cat hairs on his black coat. Another yellow cab travels west, passing the first, and a hidden monster sits in the back. He laughs with the driver, having just shared an amusing anecdote, and the driver glances in the rear view mirror and fails to see the evil lurking inside the good Italian suit and wearing a handsome man’s face. Maybe he is on his way to a cocktail party, where he will pick up the pretty secretary who is new to town and whose body will be found in the park tomorrow morning. As the cabs pass, the monster waves to the god, who cringes as he is recognised, knowing that he may not be equal to the evil that stalks the city’s inhabitants. His pebble feels comforting in his hand.
Based on some free-thinking but heavily influenced by the Spanish movie La Cabina [The Telephone Box] a friend of mine considered what happens when you're on a bus as it pulls in then leaves from a stop.
Anyone on the pavement will only ever see you for those thirty seconds & then likely never again. She said she suffered from a desperate urge, just as the bus is leaving, to press her hands & face to the window & mouth "Help me".
There's... a lot of sense in that :)
I love the last one. Don’t get me started on god’s hiddenness (hmm how many n’s?) as I’ve been on some YouTube rabbit holes on that one recently. Annoyingly you make an interesting point, kind of CS Lewis he’s so absent you just have to believe in him
The last one has exercised me for a long time :-) And every single time I come up against a word like "hiddenness" I have the same confusion!
As for the pebbles - they’re ALL magic - this is my girlfriend’s verdict (but she’s cats not kids and they don’t bring you pebbles)
The trick with hiddennessnessness is to never stop spelling it!
I love the thought of something important in their pocket! My head took me to some strange places😆
Ummm what does the French thing mean? I can't find a translation anywhere. Or is that the point...🤔😵
Lovely mash-up comment ;-) Full marks.
The contemplative life is often miserable. We need to do more, think less, and not watch ourselves living.
I meant to :-) Forgot
I love the Yellow Cab one.
I can easily pass hours in an airport just watching people, overhearing tiny snippets of conversations, and wondering about them...then letting my imagination drift until I have given them a three generation backstory. I was into adulthood before I realized not everyone does that.
I love airports for the same reason - glad it's not just me!
What a collection. A yellow cab travels east, a hidden god in the back seat, a small pebble warming in the hand in his coat pocket. The driver glances in the rear view mirror and sees a tired grey man, an accountant perhaps, on his way home in the rain to a small suburban house. Maybe he has a cat. There are cat hairs on his black coat. Another yellow cab travels west, passing the first, and a hidden monster sits in the back. He laughs with the driver, having just shared an amusing anecdote, and the driver glances in the rear view mirror and fails to see the evil lurking inside the good Italian suit and wearing a handsome man’s face. Maybe he is on his way to a cocktail party, where he will pick up the pretty secretary who is new to town and whose body will be found in the park tomorrow morning. As the cabs pass, the monster waves to the god, who cringes as he is recognised, knowing that he may not be equal to the evil that stalks the city’s inhabitants. His pebble feels comforting in his hand.
Wow... that's a story, right there. Exactly as it is. Genuinely love it. You should try to place that as a piece of flash fiction!
You’re very kind. Wouldn’t even know how or where to place flash fiction ☺️ Just pleased that you liked it.
On the Yellow Cab…
Based on some free-thinking but heavily influenced by the Spanish movie La Cabina [The Telephone Box] a friend of mine considered what happens when you're on a bus as it pulls in then leaves from a stop.
Anyone on the pavement will only ever see you for those thirty seconds & then likely never again. She said she suffered from a desperate urge, just as the bus is leaving, to press her hands & face to the window & mouth "Help me".
If you haven't seen La Cabina, you must.
Whoa, I like that. I'll see it the movie...
Loved. Thank you.
Thank you!