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Flash Fiction Friday 41: Portraits of a young artist in Istanbul by Gene Parola

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the forty-first piece of flash fiction in this series. This week’s is a 626-worder by short story author and novelist Gene Parola.

Portraits of a young artist in Istanbul

Book I

The square paving stones had been laid in successive arcs across the entire expanse around the steps to Taksim Park when the new Metro station was completed.  This broad space, clear of  the bus boarding queues, shone white in the warm spring sun.

The stark contrast of the crimson pool set against the rigid repetition of the squares caused her to think again about the graphic impact that a single brilliant color made on a blank background.  As she sank to one knee, her artist’s eye searched for a balance between the changing relationship of the background squares and the circular pool.

But, by then the composition had shifted radically.  The oval of the pool had been crowded into the top left corner of her field of vision and each stone on the gradual slope below, now bordered in the red, asserted its individuality and sprang from the background.

“A study in red and square, I’d call it,” she said, her head bowing nearer the composition.  “If I had time.”

The composition changed even more radically now, the green triangle of her mini-skirt cut diagonally across the bottom of the grid.  But her changed point of view was distorting everything.  With her eye on the level of the stones, the squares became parallelograms. Very distorted ones, while her left eye was still open–not so much when viewed with only the right.

“When I had time.”

She raised her head for another look, but the left eye wouldn’t open again and the monocular vision only flattened the composition further.

As her dark fashionably short hair sank again into the already sticky pool,  “Another time,” she whispered.

“Whore!” he spat, shaking the bloodied Koran before her one good eye.

“In another life, maybe.  If I have time.”  She smiled at him. And the eye closed.

Book II

God, she was so beautiful!  But the wanton display of her legs in the black tights! The short skirt. Her hair!

The scripture was so right to point out how they rouse a man.  How they inflame him to passion. To sin. To destruction. My own member swells at the memory of her striding across our garden, the wind blowing her hair.  Pressing the blouse to her breasts.  Images no man should have to confront!  He should not have to pray in mosque for strength to fight such evil urges.

But you see–that’s what happens.  That’s what causes it all.

If she had only been willing to cover her hair and wear longer skirts, then they would have had nothing to say.  Oh, Ashia hanim--but she always has something to say.  And Mehmet!  The hypocrite!

She could be an artist.  She could go to the academy.  She could read and argue the heresies with me.  I am not an ignorant peasant like my neighbors.  She could do all this.

She was so smart.

She told me how she rebuffed the men who would despoil her.  She told me how she argued with the other girls about the value of her virginity.

She was so stubborn, so proud.

I was proud of her too.

If she could have been more… careful.

The way they stared at her in the morning when she walked to catch the dolmus!  The things they said so my wife would hear!

But it’s taken care of now.  I did it there in Taksim Square where all could see and hear.  Ashia and Mehmet and all the others–they will have to gossip of something else now.

Her mother will stop crying soon….

Who would have thought that the young girl would have so much blood?

And the way it gushed from the wound.  Was such energy a last gesture of rebellion?

It squirted all over my Koran.

***

Wow. Thank you Gene.

Mr Gene Parola is a retired Professor of cultural history at Indiana University and University of Michigan-Flint; the Ministry of Defense, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and Koç University in Istanbul Turkey. As a former Naval Air Intelligence officer and a career researcher, he has trained himself to be a keen observer of his surroundings and has acquired a large cultural and social context into which those observations fit.

He is a freelance writer of Business (See Honolulu Star Bulletin, July 28, 2002) and Technical (Hurricane Handbook, Sail Net News, Spring, 2003) articles. His short stories have been published in Voices from the Universe and in Bamboo Ridge Press, 25th Anniversary Edition. And the Spring 2006 edition.

Mr. Parola speaks frequently to lodges, clubs and service organizations on a variety of topics.

If you’d like to submit your 1,000-word max. stories for consideration for Flash Fiction Friday take a look here.

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Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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5pm Fiction 029: Varying degrees of German

Welcome to the twenty-ninth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a second-person viewpoint story where Fiona is learning something new, so here is my 346-worder.

Varying degrees of German

Heart thumping, you say, “Ich heiße Fiona. Ich wohne in London und ich bin funf und dreizig Jahre alt.”

The teacher nods. “Sehr gut, Fiona, und John…?”

You listen to your other classmates introducing themselves in the varying degrees of German remembered from school or picked up during weekends away, yours found on the internet then rehearsed in the short car journey to the college.

One man, the oldest person in the class by far, makes notes on his bright pink A4 ring-bound pad then stutters as he repeats his neighbour’s phrases, her details swapped for his. He reminds you of your grandfather Albert, stocky, how he was before he became ill, before he became a “walking bag of bones”, long after your mother had stopped taking you to see him but still talked about him to your father when they thought you weren’t listening.

Albert had been the traveller of the family, passport pages overflowed with stamps, plain and patterned. “See the world!” he’d said to you, breath rasping, and you’d promised you would but it wasn’t until he’d left you the money that you could plan to quit your job and study, brush up on your French, learn German and see where Europe lead you.

The teacher, Dieter, turns back to the interactive white board and writes down the words you said, reading them out as he does so. A young girl behind you giggles as he tells the class his name is Fiona. The other two pieces of information could easily be accurate and you look for a wedding ring on either hand but find none. You look down at his backside and the curve of his jeans, the little red Levi label showing him to be a man of good taste.

The old man, Frank, starts coughing and Dieter offers to get him a cup of water. You put up your hand and volunteer to go, having spotted the drinks machine on your way in. Dieter winks and mouths a “thank you” and now your heart thumps for a completely different reason.

***

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Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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