Analogy of Dead Beat Friendships
Each day, the Writers Write forum on Facebook posts a daily prompt. Writers take that prompt and construct a story with it. Some like me choose predictive text to see what loony story it constructs. A bit like ChatGPT meets Welcome to Jackass.
Under the cut below is the prompt, the paragraph of predictive text, followed by a reflective (non-predictive text) epilogue which details of how one friendship connection is starting to unravel.
The Piglet/Pooh dynamic in this case is different, but you should get the gist. I've tried not to turn it into Harold Pinter meets Last of the Summer Wine, and in that respect, have succeded.
Writing Prompt, Folowed By My Own Addendum.
Their relationship has soured. The only reason they continued was that Piglet was thoughtful. She said, " Back in my day, you were given a whack and told to get on with it." Pooh said, "Look for a fiver in your inner power."
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* to be fair, I can see why it soured, I mean, they're not on the same page at all. Look, if you stay out late and you've thrown your back out because you haven't done your Tai Chi for weeks, plus a restarted pattern of drinking & consorting with the dregs of humanity - Pooh, quite frankly, what do you expect?
Sorely tested, Piglet would start to throw hands (or trotters). But she can't because she has Eeyore with her, who has decided that HE can't continue a friendship with Pooh on his own indefinitely, because unless there's a random guest appearance from Piglet now and again, none of it works.
So, they sit in a hotel lounge, sipping their Sunday tea: Pooh looking a wretched sight, not wanting to go home to his damp,worm-riddled shack that he bought for a song; Eeyore with his continual litany of family life troubles & ongoing bad luck, and Piglet with her pacemaker and barely-concealed contempt.
Poor Piglet - maybe SHE wants to go home.