EXERCISE: Think of at least 6 ways to complete this phrase: “If only s/he hadn’t _________…” Examples:- “If only she hadn’t stolen that money…”- “If only he hadn’t tried to flirt with his boss…”
Come up with 6 more possibilities, and write them here. You can use them as prompts for stories or poems.
This is the one that I chose for my story. The nursery rhyme, Georgie Porgie.
The Talk…. With Georgie Porgie
Georgie Porgie, Puddin’ and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play
Georgie Porgie ran away.
If only Georgie would have obeyed his folks, the kids would not be taunting him.
The following brief conversation with Georgie’s mother might have turned out different.
“George Randolph, come here.”
It was never good when mother used his middle name.
“Why are you slithering around those bushes… and what is that infernal noise at the street? Do you have anything to do with that?”
“That is just what I was a peeping out to see, Mother.”
“A bunch of dumb kids whooping and dancing around.”
“Why are they at our fence, George?”
“How would I know, Mother?”
“I could hear them clearly, George. The entire neighborhood can. Hollering your name at the top of their lungs. And another thing, why aren’t you out there playing with them, instead of slinking around watching them play?”
“They don’t like me much, Mother. They’re not our kind of people.”
“Our kind of people. Who, pray tell, are our kind of people. Does this have anything to do with the conversation that Ms. Staidly had with me at the school conference last night.”
“What do you mean, Mother?”
“She said that I should ask you. Some kind of chasing game… or a tag game? What is this about?”
“I am friends with the girls.” Georgie declared boldly. “Besides, you know that I am not very good at stick ball.”
“Friends? For the last three days, after your games, several of the girls have been crying?”
“A skinned knee? Maybe?” A brief grin crossed George’s face.
“Skinned knees? Well, Father has asked to meet you in his study promptly after supper this evening.”
“Yes, Mother.” George was no longer grinning.
Written for Creative Writing Now: Day 24.