"Please help me. I've failed at every job I've held. Someone makes fun of my name and I end up in a fight."
The old man shrugged. "There's only one answer."
"Yes?"
"Change your name."
Apricot stared in amazement. "Yes! What name should I choose?"
"I'm fond of Periwinkle myself."
"Thank you! This will change everything!"
He rushed away. A moment later an ancient man entered from behind the curtains. "Good dinner. Anything happen while I was gone?"
"No sir. Nothing much."
(In honor of the 100the Flash Fiction I wrote this drabble. Drabbles are 100 words exactly. It's fun to try to fit a full story into one.)
4 comments:
Haha... oh bless, poor Apricot.
Oh poor Apricot, I hope he likes the new name better.
Found a typo for you: "I'm found of Periwinkle myself." I think you meant to type fond yes?
Thank you for reading this. It was fun to write. And thank you for the correction. Amazing what can slip by, even in so short a piece.
Oh the power of a name. Kinda sad that his desire to change his name was so strong that he would go with something that could be just as bad as the original.
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