At the end of the previous post, the following image was given:
Possible imaginative ways of viewing the above are given in The Pear Tree website.
Here, in this post, a short story based on the above is offered for your reading pleasure and as a sample of one way in which the image can lead to a creative piece of writing.
From the Frying Pan and Into the Fire!
My name is MacErBraun. I gave myself the name, and I think it was ingenious the way I came up with the name! I, along with my conjoined siblings, was perched on my banana pedestal with the help of the plastic hook protruding from the top of the two-footed stand when a paper bag, with MacDonald's printed across it, brushed against me. I could read by now, because, well, I told you I am smart! Anyway, I wanted something original; stealing wholesale from MacDonald's wouldn't do. Just then, I spied a beautiful lavender juicer to my right. I craned my stem as far back as I could to take a peek at the brand, and it was Braun. Hmmm, not a bad name, indeed! Right there and then, I baptised myself as MacErBraun! Clever, isn't it? If I could, I would give myself a pat on my back!
I was getting bored, dangling in the slight breeze that stole in from the kitchen window. I figured I was too smart to be dangling up there, and I waited for a chance to break free. I didn't have to wait long. One of my siblings, resting next to me, and no, it doesn't have a name because it is not as smart as me, was rudely yanked off from the rest of us. When it was severed from us, the top of my stem was cut too and there was just a flimsy lifeline left to keep me linked to my remaining siblings.
I jerked my stem as far back as I could, and believe me, it was not fun; I was getting a headache! Anyway, to make a long story short, I managed to free myself from the rest, but in the process, I found myself flung onto the kitchen floor. I landed like an athlete doing a couple of somersaults, except that I ended up with aches all over my body. Sigh! Who said freedom was going to given on a silver platter!
I crawled, inch by inch, to the living room and onto the carpet. However, the rough carpet made it more difficult for me to move. As I lay on the soft carpet, tickled by those woolly strands, I thought hard, fully confident that my intelligence would find a way out for me.
"Gary!"
Oh no, that was the dreaded banana-lover! I had heard her voice in the kitchen all the time, and she was the one who always came for the bananas!
"Gary, how did this banana get on the carpet?!"
"Mum, it's not me! I tell you, it must be Suzy! But since it's already here, maybe I could have it?"
Five long, thin fingers circled me and choked me around the middle. Then, I felt sections of my skin being peeled off, one by one from the top. The pain was excruciating but I could do nothing. As my flesh touched Gary's palm, I could sense my smooth, blemish-less yellow skin landing softly on the carpeted floor.
"Gary, pick that up, now!"
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