Netted

Photo Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

“Looks like a tennis ball on steroids,” Linda squinted at the gray blob.

Ethan rolled his eyes and turned the screen so it faced him again. “Definitely not a tennis ball.”

He shouldn’t have caved and showed her. Not that he ever did manage to withstand her pleading. Linda’s persistence could persuade a zebra to do away with its stripes.

“A cement globe?” She pressed.

Ethan shook his head.

“Am I at least getting warmer? Oh! Is it a post-global-warming thing?”

He sighed. It was hopeless. Might as well give it up.

“It’s Pluto, barely netted by the Sun.”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

34 thoughts on “Netted

  1. It can be frustrating when the one we love persistently fails to understand what we have created. It can also be a spur to making our creations more comprehensible.
    That’s a nice story, Na’ama. I love the way you capture Linda’s sudden ‘inspiration’ about global warming!

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    • Thanks, Brenda!
      Yes … and sometimes it IS hard to get into someone else’s brain to know what they’d intended in their creative endeavors … So perhaps the frustration can go both ways. … Who said the artistic passions are easy to live with? 😉 Na’ama

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