Image: thanks to Louise at ‘The Storyteller’s Abode”.
My sister was a snob there was no two ways about it. She looked down her nose at everyone.
It was mother’s fault. As my sister’s role model, a haughtier woman, you’d never come across. My mother never said a lot, it was her look that told you everything. One withering look from her and you were cactus.
My sister inherited the same the look of distain, the appearance of superiority and the air of social aloofness.
She was courted by several men. Each had his good point and in my sister’s eyes multitudinous bad points. Lester Courteny was the ‘most’ successful. He actually went out to dinner with her. But he didn’t escort her home. She walked out during the dessert. The strawberry cheesecake wasn’t to her liking and neither was Lester.
She lived in her room, read extensively and said little to any man who approached her. I think my father had a lot to do with that.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/11/28/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-29-2016/
Haha! She certainly does sound like a snob! It’s good for the men that she stays in her room. LOL! I wonder what the father did to cause it? Leaves a lot to ponder. Great story!
hello Joy yes one does wonder. Thanks for stopping by.
Probably told her “kids should be seen and not heard.” LOL!
Nice mysterious twist at the end — what did the father do? Dark secrets or indulged?
Seems like a reasonable question though in the current climate I would think fairly obvious sadly…
Yep. I have my conclusions drawn, and the picture isn’t a nice one.
Sad thought isn’t it
Yes, it is. So many broken, needing to be mended and not knowing how.
Looks like she had a nasty upbringing. Good story.
One hopes that in the end she finds contentment and true love.
One does hope so. Thanks for stopping by.
Good story, Michael, nice description of an aloof personality. The only sentence I had to read twice was ‘As my sister’s role model a haughtier woman who’d never come across’ – I know what you mean but it doesn’t quite sound right. Now you’ve left us all wondering if the sister ever relented and let someone close to her – intriguing 🙂
Thanks for that edit Lyn, I hope I fixed it….have a good day..
And you Michael 🙂
Intriguing last line, nice twist that suddenly makes us rethink our attitude to her sister.
Yes Iain I hope so, thanks for stopping by..
LOL my youngest daughter has what her siblings and husband call “the look.” You cop “the look” and you know you are in trouble 😀
Some are ‘blessed aren’t they.
I’m intrigued by the last sentence, Michael, and realise it could be interpreted in different ways – some nicer than others. But I really liked this description: “She walked out during the dessert. The strawberry cheesecake wasn’t to her liking and neither was Lester.” The scene you depict makes me giggle. Well written story!
Hello Millie, yes you are right the ending can to taken several ways..I know what I meant but its ok for others to have their own opinions..
I like an open ending. Not too keen on your sister though!
My story is called Dear Jane
I don’t think many would be Keith…thanks for stopping by…
Love the line about the cactus. Such a great way to convey your meaning. Good job!
Thank you so much happy you could stop by..
Welcome. Enjoyed the visit. Looking forward to reading more.
That final line gives an entirely different view of the sister. She’s definitely a product of her upbringing! Nicely done, Michael.
Thanks Louise, great image to write to…
I’m glad you found it inspiring. 🙂
So many directions I could have gone…
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Interesting, I wonder what the father had to do with it, as PJ said too. Maybe it’s just easier for him to not gave to worry about suitors for her. Maybe he likes having her home? She is a snob though, but I guess she didn’t end up that way conpletely on her own. Great write!
Thanks Mandi, I’m thinking sinister reasons..
There were sooooo many lines that I loved in this piece! This one I especially liked. “One withering look from her and you were cactus.” WELL DONE!