Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Queen of FF Central invites you to try this wonderfully addicting blog.
Jennifer Pendergast sent us this super photo. I can’t wait to see what you’ll write about it!
Since the architecture has inspired me to write something of a European flavor, I dedicate this to our Friday Fictioneers U.K. Branch.
Before we begin …
EDITOR’S NOTE: The following is a message picked up one night by a HAM radio operator named Kevin who originally hailed from Flanders. The language spoken, he told me, sounded something like a sort of “High Flemish,” if there were such a thing and almost read like an electronic message in a bottle. “I felt very sorry for the woman transmitting,” he later told me. “She sounded so sad.” He copied it down in English, took it to the library and stuffed it in the front pages of a first edition Caldecott book.
Maybe he thought it would have made a great Forward …???
My explanation of what happened to us afterward will solve the mystery our home world has wondered about.
After we arrived, we escaped detection by our language being similar to that of a tribe called Flemings and clearing our pallor by eating a vegetable called the green bean. We had a benefactor and lived happy lives on Earth, not unhappy as some feared.
I’ve been alone since my brother’s untimely death and been chronicled many times in Earth legends. I’ve decided to die here on planet Earth.
A doleful story? No. I lived a life richer than I ever dreamed.