It was my birthday last Wednesday but the celebrations started off the weekend before sitting on Brighton Beach watching the sun set whilst sipping a glass or two of Prosecco with my lovely people.
On the day, I was treated to lunch at a wonderful vintage tea room by my lovely mum and daughter, who enjoyed it as much as I did. From the minute we walked in, we felt as if we were going back in time:
Of course, we had to take tea in all its finery:
Later on I was wonderfully surprised by a delivery of a gorgeous basket of autumn flowers from my daughter:
The celebrations continued with family and friends into the week and even the cats were overcome in their excitement to join in the festivities:
Well…I’m sure they meant well…
Interestingly then that over at Carrot Ranch, Charli posted her ‘zodiac’ prompt for this week’s flash fiction challenge on the date of my birth, asking us the following:
‘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.’
My star sign is Virgo although I may not have had a star sign at all: at a crucial stage of her pregnancy with me, my mother was told that she was losing her baby and was admitted to hospital. It was only because a doctor happened to have a listen one last time with a stethoscope – there being no ultrasound equipment back then – and to his amazement detected a heartbeat, my heartbeat, that she was told her baby was in actual fact very much alive. I wasn’t going to give up without a fight was I? I was having none of it and was no doubt delighted to prove the doctors wrong.
As it turned out, I was born too early and I was far from the text-book bouncing baby by all accounts, but I made sure to remind my mother that I was not an ‘easy’ baby by screaming at the top of my lungs for a few weeks (months?). Such was my fate then to be born a Virgo and I’m happy with that. Heck, I’m happy to be here.
Here is my flash:
Stars In His Eyes
“I love looking at the stars, don’t you?”
Lacey sucked smoke from her cigarette and almost choked.
“Stars? Don’t start on stars. Matt goes outside every night to ‘study the stars’. He didn’t give a damn about them until a few weeks ago.”
“But look Lace…up there! Doesn’t that intrigue you, the symbols and the meaning? There….Orion…see, his shoulders, sword…”
“Orion? Give me a break! That’s all Matt keeps talking about. If I didn’t know him better, I’d think he was up to no good… ”
“Let’s go inside and crack open that bottle shall we?” smiled Helen weakly.