Our prompt this week is:
to write as the arrowed Santa.
Bao Yu said
it would be fun.
She said it
was a multicultural opportunity.
Costumes were to be provided by the organisers.
Look at me!
I look ridiculous.
Mother said
I would grow out of my baby panda fat. Well I haven’t yet.
My t-shirt
does not look nearly as good as the rest.
The hat!
What’s with the red and the fluff? It itches; it makes my face look fat.
That food, that Christmas Pudding.
I want to go
home.
Thank
goodness I’ll be back home soon, only two more days of this madness...
Oh well, you never know unless you try. And you really don't look any worse than all the others dear. :) Nice one Theotheralig.
ReplyDeleteGood one Alison. You've certainly captured her angst.
ReplyDeleteHappy new year :O)
I feel so sorry for her. Well done.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, it'll all be forgotten in the morning (so long as there weren't any pictures...).
ReplyDeleteI guess we're all hard on ourselves, even when no one else really notices things we think are obvious. This captures that state of mind.
ReplyDeleteShe looks like she's thinking ALL those things! Well done!
ReplyDeletewell done - she really does look like she could be thinking all those things you wrote -and we are so often very self-critical. I love what midlife singlemum said in her comment - ditto! :-D
ReplyDeleteAh, the perils of being the one that really doesn't want to be there. Maybe we've all felt like that and so we are really good at putting it into words!
ReplyDeleteI like this take, especially giving her posture and stance. Can easily imagine her thinking all these things.
ReplyDeleteYou've built her personality very well - and one that most of us can identify with!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great portrait you've painted here A! I know how she feels with some of those thoughts!
ReplyDeletelove the line "baby panda fat" - how cute!
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