Love Shack…Friday Fictioneers.

In a reverse-journey from riches to rags, Moet to Marxism, Kylie was dossing down in a dilapidated squat, albeit with Daddy’s credit card. Hugh, the acting student, knew nothing about that. He was a foreign student.

“Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair.”

Kylie peered over the rusty, corrugated iron rooftop, beaming a knockout smile.

“Alas, handsome Prince, my hair has been cut.”

“What about a ladder? My chariot awaits.”

Gobsmacked, Hugh watched Kylie leap acrobatically over the rafters, and land at his feet…an enigma, a question mark.

Although the pressure was mounting, she said nothing. The gold medal could wait.

……..

This is another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. BTW the Hugh in the story might just happen to be Hugh Jackman who was our local heartthrob when I was at school. I still remember a friend going Hugh Spotting on the trains and I’m sure she wasn’t the only one. However, that doesn’t play into this story. I only borrowed the name.

xx Rowena

 

 

18 thoughts on “Love Shack…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Iain Kelly

    Ahm the rich and famous wanting to slum it with the common people. I hope it’s worth it to find true love. I’m sure the credit card will call her back soon enough.

  2. JS Brand

    Kylie sounds like a fun person to spend time with, even if she’s a rich girl spending a bit of time out with the proles. On that, I’m not sure Moet and Marxism are at opposite ends of a journey. Marx and Engels probably weren’t strangers to the odd flute of bubbly, particularly with their access to the wealth of the latter’s father. I’m not knocking them or their views by the way – they might have been the original “champagne socialists”, but that could be a compliment rather than an insult – what’s wrong with the “haves” arguing for better conditions for the “have nots”?

  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    I sense that she want to be loved for who she is, not for her fame or connections… almost like Pretty Woman in reverse. I think it’s the first time I would call a story at FF a script for a romantic comedy.. well done.

  4. Rowena Post author

    Thanks very much, Bjorn. I moved out of home when I was at uni and there were a heap of us slumming it in these inner city terrace houses around Sydney University and it was almost a case of showing off who was roughing it the most. I’m not in touch with most of them now, but the few I know, have returned to their roots. Roughing it was short lived.
    BTW, a romcom is long overdue at FF. We need to repopulate our bubble somehow after so many deaths. There’s no room in the FF graveyard.

  5. Rowena Post author

    I didn’t know any background to Engels and probably should read the Communist Manifesto. I’ve never thought of that before. Back in the day, it wasn’t my scene but being a philosophical sort, I should at least have a go.

  6. Rowena Post author

    My Mum got me a credit card when I was at uni because she didn’t want me getting drawn into the left fringe. It was okay for me to live in the inner city in a terrace but that was it.

  7. JS Brand

    I had to wade through some of Marx’s work many years ago and won’t rush to do so again, even though I’ve forgotten most of it. Stuff written ABOUT him has to be read with a pinch of salt, whether supportive or critical, as it’s highly unlikely to be objective. The impression I get, though, is that as a person he was thoroughly unlikeable and self-centred. That’s not to say he didn’t believe in at least some of the ideas he wanted others to believe in.

  8. pennygadd51

    Yes, I’ll join your campaign for more romcoms on FF! I loved the way you evoke her body shape on landing, describing her as a question mark. Such a clever way of emphasising her enigmatic nature!

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