Durian Drive
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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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWonderful! 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 🙂
Thanks for the comment! Change is always frightening, but there is often a silver lining, should we care to search for it. 🙂
Welcome to Voice.club, 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.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks for giving it a read, and for the welcome! Perhaps she can return in a later story, should the prompts call for her again. ?
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!
Thank you for being so welcoming! Perhaps I am a bit like her at the moment, trying to find my place amongst a new set of peers. 😉
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHa, 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.
Thanks for the warm welcome, and for your kind words. ? I hope to enter more works in the future, and hopefully I’m able to bring the same level of imagination to them as well! 😀
Welcome to the Voice club, Wicke. I love it very imaginative. Well done. Hope to read more from you.
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