It’s a sign, it’s a sign

Another prompt from Charli Mills, this week involving signs. One of my favourite movies, The Life of Brian, has this to say on signs. I probably can’t do any better.

Anyway this week we focus on the influence of the zodiac.

September 10, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) focus on the personality traits of a character informed by the zodiac. It can be a revelation of how he or she acts or a focus on behavior because of personality traits. It can be a relationship ruled by the stars. You can have fun and exaggerate, or keep it subtle and refined. You can use zodiac terms or not.

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My grandmother as a young woman, pre WW1

Which is a novel concept for me. My paternal grandmother, my ‘Nana’ was the only member of my family who looked at a horoscope with anything other than cynicism. She was the first hypochondriac I came across, complaining of something called ‘her rheumatics’ and needing to be warmed by a fire even on the hottest days. She babysat the Archaeologist and me at her little council house in Caterham on many occasions, times I loved. She taught me chess, she loved any board games and jigsaws. Her house was built into a steep slope and the garden at the back so overgrown that the Archaeologist and I must have been 7 or 8 and had been exploring for years before we found there was a back lane at the top of her garden. I wrote a book set in this house and garden way back – one day I might dust it off, but just now, let’s say I was still learning the craft.

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Nana, as a VAD (Voluntary Aid Detachment – a volunteer nurse)during WW1

There was also an Andersen shelter in the garden. A bomb shelter from the war that my grandpa and father had dug and built. It was the best den ever, even if I had more rusty scratches from that than any number of tangles with barbed wire from exploring the fields around and about.

Sorry this was meant to be about signs. She read her horoscope from the Daily Express, holding onto the bad news like a flotation aide. Good news was scoffed away. Isn’t that the point, I wonder now? You are either someone who wants a scare or someone who wants cheering and the believability of the daily mumbo-jumbo depends on your personality as much as anything.

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The Nana I knew: seated in the sun

I may not have much zodiacal experience but I’m aware of other signs. Real ones like budding trees hinting at Spring and browning leaves telling me to pull out the coat and thicker duvet for the onset of Autumn.

I’ve played in countless sports teams whose members believed in signs, in superstitions, in damned luck. And I know enough people of religion to have been informed that such and such is a sign that their deity is at work.

For me the only signs that matter are the ones in people’s faces, in their body language. How am I doing? Are you ok? Was that funny or tasteless? (this is a common sign I seek from the Textiliste and is delivered by the magic of one eyebrow).  People, in all their joy, love, discomfort, anger and contradictory confusion tell us so much without words  (as does Dog, of course) that seeing those signs and trying to interpret them is critically important and monumentally difficult.

Some people swear they can read another; he or she ‘ is an open book’. Something is as ‘plain as the nose on his/her face’. But, and this is a large and often ignored caveat to the reading of signs in expressions, in body language: people can be too willing to ascribe intentions to an actions, to a sign of some kind. Some can, albeit innocently, and others do, sometimes mischievously, misinterpret such signs. Signs are useful but are not enough. That’s why we have language.

And what of Mary and her family? If you want to keep up to date with what’s been happening you can read her story in flashes here.

Signposting the future 

Mary sat in the pew, wishing she was anywhere but here. Her daughter leant on Paul, her father’s, arm. She ached not being able to comfort Penny but the truth was she didn’t care Angela was dead.

Three rows in front, Rupert shook in his grief. In half-profile, he looked like her father. His father too, though she hated that.

He turned and mouthed, ‘Thank you.’

Paul had called him typical Cancer, more worried about Penny than himself. She thought him a self-serving little shit. She stood for a hymn, willing this charade over. She was a typical Scorpio.

 

 

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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13 Responses to It’s a sign, it’s a sign

  1. lucciagray says:

    I love the old photos and family history. It’s so generous of you to share these personal family accounts. I only met one grandparent, and very briefly, so I always think it must be wonderful to have such memories. That’s why I take being a grandparent very seriously, now it’s my turn!
    Great flash fiction. I’m always amazed how you can get so much information in 99 words!

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    • TanGental says:

      Thanks Luccia. I never knew my grandfathers though I learnt a lot about them and they do seem real to me. My grandmothers though were large characters – if you’ve read Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee and remember the two old ladies granny-up-top and granny-down-below that was my grandmothers.

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  2. Charli Mills says:

    Your Nana was a beautiful lady; I especially like how confident and poised she is in her first photo. Kind of a sassy, little red-riding hood look going on. How fun to explore the tangles of her back yard while growing up.

    Yes, we read into those signs what we want or what we fear, don’t we? Love Life of Brian and the “shoe prophesy.” You did a terrific job of working in the prompt and I could feel the sting of Mary’s personality against poor Rupert’s.

    Whew! I was hoping it was Angela who died, but now poor Penny has to live with something that’s not her fault, but how can she understand? In a way, it’s like what Mary is going through. It’s not her fault her father had the affair, but she has to cope with the consequences. Your story is creating good twists and definitely good characters!

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  3. Annecdotist says:

    This is a lovely post, Geoff. I love the way you’ve woven together your own views on horoscopes as well as the signs you DO like to read, along with these lovely memories of your grandmother and the witty humour from The Life of Brian. And your flash: I probably say the same thing each week, how impressed I am the way you are developing this story, thickening the plot in response to Charli’s left-field prompts. I actually don’t know what it means to be a typical Cancer or Scorpio, but the story still works without that. Haven’t yet managed my Zodiac flash, but wondering if I can get away with sprinkling star signs around that I don’t understand. Anyway, you’ve inspired me to get on to it. Thanks for a lovely read.

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    • TanGental says:

      Yep go for it Anne. I had to look them up, finds the ones I needed for the flash and incorporate them. It’s really fun twisting with it and I’m glad you enjoy it. The challenge, as we’ll as the prompt anf the plot (and the word limit of course) is to try and write it so it makes some sense to a newcomer to the story. Ah the discipline. Look forward to yours!

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  4. Archaeologist says:

    Though as for our family and lucky charms, you didn’t mention our grandfather and St Joan. though I suppose that would make up an entire post. After all his WW1 career included (apart from all the usual military bits) being a film projectionist, artists model and being almost arrested as a spy.

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  6. Sherri says:

    I loved reading your trip down memory lane with your Nana Geoff. Love the photos of her, especially the one of her sitting in the sun. She looks very content, I hope she was 🙂 I have very fond memories of playing board games with my Granny (maternal) and of loving her garden with the huge summerhouse at the end of it. Clever way of incorporating the zodiac theme into your ongoing story too. Oh, and that book you are thinking of dusting off one of these days? I think you should, when the time is right…I for one am interested already 😉

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