January 6, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a rebellion. Is it one a character fights for or is it one another suppresses? Explore what makes a rebellion, pros or cons. Use past or current rebellions as inspiration or make up one of your own.
This is the Carrot Ranch prompt this week. Read Charli’s accompanying post here; they are all good, but this one slips easily into the ‘excellent’ category.
I wasn’t the rebellious sort; as I child I hated standing out. I conformed. When I developed a phobia for school shepherd’s pie – heaven knows why; probably the potato topping was so hard it was indigestible – I persuaded mum to write a note, asking I be excused. It was awfully embarrassing but having to sit at lunch with a plateful of shepherd’s pie which I couldn’t eat and being told to sit there until I finished was a lot worse.
In truth I’m not that keen on change so I live with the status quo. Even the times I’ve moved away from what was my current home have been planned, supported by one and all and positive. No running away or seeking a change of direction or reinvention. A step forward in what has always been a pretty unplanned but not unhappy life. I wonder what living abroad might have been like but the truth is I’m very happy not having lived outside of the southern half of England.
My ancestors were displaced Huguenots, escaping persecution on France. My great grandparents on my maternal grandmother’s side left the Midlands to make a living in London. My paternal Grandparents moved from Cambridgeshire seeking a living in the North Midlands and, when my grandfather lost his tailoring business in the depression of the 30s he too moved to London looking for work. They weren’t exactly rebelling as much as trying to start again.
I think they’d be pleased at how we haven’t had to fight as hard as them.
As for the flash, Mary North has accepted a job with her new neighbour in her café.
The café was quiet; Mary took the mug from Hansa. ‘Mum would be horrified.’
Hansa wiped the table. ‘Why Mary?’
‘A mug not a cup, milk in second.’
‘Mine hates me working. Quite the rebels, aren’t we?’
‘We fought constantly,’ Mary sighed. ‘It’ll be different with Penny.’
‘Don’t you think the fights toughened you?’
‘I suppose. I just wish she could have admitted she was wrong once in a while.’
‘I wonder what Penny will say.’
Mary smiled, ‘Oh she already thinks I’m wrong all the time. At least, when I make mistakes with Penny, they’ll be different ones.’
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