The Sandbox Writing Challenge – What’s The Story?

Tuesday Afternoon (from the song of the same name), is here, and I’m looking at the next post which Lady Calen of Impromptu Promptlings has given us here in the Sandbox, for Writing Challenge #10 – What are they hearing about you?

There’s a host of pictures she’s posted (click the link up there and check it out) which speak of the possibility that we are the topic of the moment that everybody is talking about on the phone.

Isn’t it just like me to have to go and find a different picture? It reminds me of those questionaires which don’t actually give that one answer which suits me.

As the picture shows, there is no phone conversation.

There are two (count them, one, two) people I talk with … okay three, because I do speak with my aunt, but she’s 95 and wouldn’t be telling anyone about me, since we don’t run in the same circles.

Back to the fact that there are two people I talk with on the phone on any kind of regular basis. One is a ‘new’ friend with whom I’ve just started having, what we like to call ‘starbuck’s phone chats.’

THIRTY MINUTES LATER:

In a very timely coincidence, I looked at the clock a half hour ago and if it’s Tuesday, it’s Judy night, my other phone pal. So, there you have it, and I’m sure there is not one thing anyone would have to say about me. Hence, what are they hearing about me is pretty much not a thing. By the way, that is perfectly okay with me.

I’m trying to recall if I was a phone person when I was young. Who wasn’t? But it was different then. Or maybe not. I’m just not really on anyone’s radar so nobody would have anything to hear about me.

Now, fast forward to when I was out of high school, and that’s a whole other story. But it’s also old news, forty years of old news. Who cares about something that might have happened in some other place, if even the right place?

Of course, I could make something up. Write a whole weird story about leading a double, or triple life maybe. I could do a whole Sybil story, where one of my identities tells two friends, about another of my identies, and they tell two friends, and you get the story.

That, of course, brings to mind the “Bye Bye Birdie” movie, where they sing a song over the phone lines, that maybe starts out like, “What’s the story, morning glory? What’s the word, humming bird? Have you heard about Hugo and Kim?”

Mabye some other day. For today, nobody is hearing anything about me.

I’m not even hearing those voices anymore, so nobody is telling tales out of school.