Penny Palidoria loathed her life on Durian Drive more than words could describe. Her mother’s new job meant they had to pack up their perfect little life on Pear Place, moving halfway across Cornucopia to the worst fruit basket imaginable.

She went to school every day soaked in the pungent scent of durian, so horrible not even the fruit flies would buzz by her. She would have dealt with the asocial worms on Apple Alley, or the wine-drunk nymphs on Grape Grove, heck, she would have even accepted Hades himself and settled in Pomegranate Parkway, but no, they had to move to the smelliest, ugliest most horrible fruit imaginable.

Mrs. Palidoria smiled tightly as her daughter complained, her buttercup-yellow wings fluttering at her back. She tried pointing out how large their new home was compared to the last, covered in rigid spikes to keep thieving birds and bugs away. Penny cursed at this, who would want anything that touched the place?

Penny and her mother ate on a bit of picnic blanket outside of their new home the first night, watching wasp-drawn pixie carts flying through the sky in sweeping arcs to avoid the house. Penny drank her honeysuckle nectar in silence.

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    Sandra James
    Sandra James(@sandra-james)
    2 years ago

    Wonderful! Most of us can relate to this, not wanting change but then the realisation that it isn’t so bad, even if we don’t want to admit it out loud. Well written, Wicke 🙂

    Christer Norrlof
    Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
    2 years ago

    Welcome to, Wicke! I like your story. It’s immensely imaginative, full of colors and conflicts, longing and loneliness. Poor Penny, who finds herself stuck in a stinky, sad place. Hopefully, something will show up to turn her tides around.

    Carrie OLeary
    Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
    2 years ago

    Hi Wicke and welcome to Voice club. I could relate to your story; my family moved around a lot when I was growing up. It’s always hard to grow up in a new place and to make new friends, especially if you are different in some way. But to move some place that stinks; that’s just beyond awful. Fun story, and I learned some new fruits too!

    Eric Radcliffe
    Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
    2 years ago

    Ha, ha (I almost forgot, a big welcome to the Voice club Wicke) yes, I’m having a chuckle to myself here, thinking of a Butterfly, a Hover fly or even a Bee, having to move to a different environment, and one where the fruit smells, must have been a nightmare. I love your imagination Wicke, don’t ever undervalue it, it’s unique.

    Last edited 2 years ago by Eric Radcliffe
    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    2 years ago

    Welcome to the Voice club, Wicke. I love it very imaginative. Well done. Hope to read more from you.

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