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When last we left him, our hero Tom had arrived at the Poisson d’Or to meet a client. Having entrusted his beloved rustbucket to part-time valet and full-time illicit pursuit artist Eddie, he goes inside:
I pegged the maître d as human, because I’d never heard of a wereflamingo.
He looked at me down a large, curved nose. “Mr. Mahon?” he inquired, through a long throat that sounded like it had been oiled recently.
I wondered how he knew I was me; I doubted my reputation had preceded me this far uptown. If Mrs. Featherton had someone on staff who’d been able to locate an image of me, she didn’t need a private detective.
But I just nodded and let him examine my tie, jacket, and shoes.
“This way,” he decided.
He raised each knee just a little too high as he stepped, placing each foot just so as we processed our way through the main dining room; I was betting he had some strong waterbird genes in his ancestry—or maybe a couple of performance artists.
To be fair, no one in Talbot City has ever heard of a wereduck, either . . . but Tom’s not the type to go waddling around to prove a point.
This guy may be a tad stereotypical, but he’s very good at his job. And he also plants the idea that weres and humans can be cross-fertile.
I’ve tried to establish some fairly straightforward rules of genetic inheritance for this world—mostly because I couldn’t figure out how a duck bite would do anything but make the reader snerk, which isn’t always the reaction I want (no, really).
Happy Middle of Hanukkah, Merry Impending Christmas, and Heri za Forthcoming Kwanzaa!
46 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors: Odd Duck (Cue the Flamingo)”
Wereflamingo? I love it! And the description is just perfect — I can absolutely see him — his movements, his expressions, everything.
Well . . . a maybe one, anyway! He’s taken from a guest orchestra conductor we had in college. 😀
Haha! Wereflamingo! That is incredible world and character building you’re doing, Sarah!
I have no post this week.
I hope your holiday season is wonderful! 🙂
It sort of builds itself, Teresa. Once you stipulate that they exist . . . stuff happens. 😀
Thank you! Happy Merry!
Wereflamingo? And I agree the descriptions are well done.
Thanks, Iris! 🙂
“or maybe a couple of performance artists.
To be fair, no one in Talbot City has ever heard of a wereduck, either . . . but Tom’s not the type to go waddling around to prove a point.”
Too funny, made me laugh…
Thanks, Emmy! 🙂
You make me laugh every time. Truly original and very funny!
Thanks, Christina. 🙂
Nice descriptions of this wereflamingo. I’m curious to know what’s in that room.
Thanks, Frank! A lot of rich people eating overpriced French food, mostly. 🙂
Well that doesn’t sound like a place I’d like to be.
Tom, either. But one goes where the clients insist on being . . . 🙂
OMG- You’ve created this very funny were-culture and make it believable.
Believable? You mean that?
Thanks, Charmaine! 🙂
Great description. Love it.
Thanks, Cecilia. 🙂
I love the idea of a wereflamingo, and Tom’s observations of this creature. Flamingos remind me of the classic Mac game The Manhole, where one of the creatures in this surrealistic world is a flamingo on a chess board. The updated, color version took out the flamingo, though there’s a character, in the same location, who gives a nod to the original by saying she used to stand on one leg in another life.
I always think of the croquet mallets in Alice in Wonderland . 😀
He may be a little stereotypical, but he jumps off the page and makes me smile. Great 8.
Merry Christmas to you.
Thanks, Tina! 🙂
Ahahahahah! Great snippet, Sarah. I can see him “goose-stepping”. 😀
At least his knees are going the right way, Siobhan! 🙂
I’m relieved Tom’s not going to start waddling… it doesn’t fit my image of him. 🙂
Great snippet, as always!
Or his image of himself, either, Charley. 😉
I love wereflamingos. Was he wearing pink too? Great eight!
Perhaps a subtle pocket square or trouser socks? Anything else would be his own business.
Thanks, Kate! 🙂
a wereflamingo! how cool is that! and I do love that you’re going with genetics… waterbird genes might be a cool thing to have in one’s family line. 😉
Genetics actually became a big deal in this story, Elena—I actually went back to Gregor Mendel’s pea pods and worked out a chart! 😀
Don’t know why, but the wereflamingo cracked me up. Merry Christmas, Sarah. I hope Santa is good to you.
Good! Thanks, Elaine! 🙂
I hope Santa brings me a nap . . .
That was so funny!! Loved the wereflamingo!
Thanks, Patricia! 🙂
OK, completely dazzled by the wereflamingo and all the wonderful descriptions of him in his human form!!! Amazing and fun excerpt…
Dazzling is a wereflamingo specialty, Veronica. 😉
That’s great. I can easily picture the guy. I love the comic effect. Very nice.
Thank, Jeff. I sometimes have to remember to tone down the slapstick, but I couldn’t resist this guy. 🙂
You are a Were-Chandler, aint’cha? There is not a syllable of this story I don’t love.
I do my best, Mike. Thank you for your continuing encouragement on this. 🙂
If it wasn’t for you and a few other friends, I’d have binned it a while back!
Well, thank goodness for me and a few other friends!
I’ve always said so. 😀
A wereflammigo, haha this snippet was hilarious!
Thanks, Linda. 🙂
I really want there to be a wereflamingo. Think of all the possibilities out there… Werecatfish! Weresnail! Werechameleon!
If there can be wereducks, anything is possible. 😉
I’ve almost worked out reptiles, but I really don’t think I could wrap my mind around weresnails . . . the slime alone . . .
But oh, I want one! 😀