Weekend Writing Warriors: Odd Duck (Cue the Flamingo)

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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:

Flamingo - Lesser

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.

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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!

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46 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors: Odd Duck (Cue the Flamingo)

  1. “or maybe a couple of performance artists.

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    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…
    great snippet!

  2. 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.

  3. 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! 😀

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