Sarcasmo's Scribblings

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Stories That Never Were #2

The request: Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories.

The Title: In One Word--Umbrellas!

The Result:
In a future world where both written and spoken language are forbidden to anyone outside the powerful elite, a young girl discovers a relic hidden in the bottom of her dead grandmothers jewelry box. At first she assumes it is a dirty rag, but something in the imagery stops her – the markings seem deliberate. Ordered.

As working class, she has never encountered words before – even grunting is forbidden to those taught only to communicate via simple body semaphore. Because speech is forgotten to them, no one has whispered to of legends times past when things were different. And she wouldn’t have understood them even if they had.

What she did understand was that her grandmother had kept this thing – safe and secret for a reason. And when she unriddles it’s meaning, with the help of the young boy to whom she has assigned no name (never knowing why she should), she will shake down the oppressive phylarchy like the trumpet tumbling down the walls of Jerhico in word—“Umbrellas!”

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