Cherry Blossom – A Collaboration
I recently did a short story exercise from Caffeine for the Creative Mind: 250 Exercises to Wake Up Your Brain
The writing exercise involves five people. Each person writes a sentence or two, then passes it to the next person. The process went through the cycle several times and the result was a short story that turned out pretty interesting — if you can manage to read it with an open mind. 
I changed it a bit so that it would have a slightly more cohesive flow, but other than that, what you’re about to read is 98% of what came to be. I think it turned out pretty cool!
Cherry Blossom
I came into work and had the notion that all my co-workers had been stolen and replaced by exact replicas — a usual day. Yesterday was better because I waited in line behind a girl with a cool cherry blossom tattoo. Pain as usual shot through my veins and up to my bulging eyes as I focused on the tattoo.
I shook my head and thought again about my coworkers, Tim, that jerk, was always on time, Joe was running marathons, and Frank was designing like the angels. Did I enter the bizarro world? Was I sent to Hell and now getting a second chance at life?
I went outside to take a cigarette and then saw the girl with a cherry blossom tattoo coming my way. How could this be? I asked her for a light and she gave me a strange look.
Cherry Blossom was nothing more than an innocent Internet chat. But she soon turned into an online love affair riddled with deceit. It happened to be the best of us for sure, and sometimes it was the worst of us. And right then it hit me: Cherry was hot, but I had to get back to work.
Suddenly, it was the middle of the winter and the Cherry Blossom looked very promising. The online chatting continued and I asked myself, how far do I want to follow the rabbit? Cherry had her finger on the trigger of my brain. My eyes were two barrels staring at her breasts. Bang! My hands went off.
It was a good thing I didn’t go back to work as I played tune-in-Tokyo with the… what turned out to be a super-target security guard — I hope it’s not a trap. Now I’m obsessed with a uniformed 36-Double-D. This is turning kinky!
Then I heard the Office manager, Mr. M asking someone if he had seen me. No answer.
I opened my eyes and Cherry was gone. The sweet cherry blossom tattoo was gone with her and I realized I was under my desk. I had climbed under there for a quick nap, and Mr. M and his damned law got me again. I could see M’s designer loafers standing just out of reach, but squarely in my cubicle.
Should I stay quet or say something? I weighed my options.
I just rolled over and closed my eyes. The cherry blossom tattoo was soft and blurry. It shaped into something else as I drifted off to sleep. Four hours later I awoke. I noticed the strange sent of Elmers glue. I popped my head up and noticed all my co-workers were gone. Must have been a meeting going on or something. Lucky Mr. M was nowhere in site. Not exactly surprised it had gone unnoticed — this morning 100% and now all the way down to 0%.
I gathered my stuff and walked out of the building. It was snowing outside and it fell in my face. I had mixed feelings as I opened the door of my dad’s truck. I drove away but on my way out, I noticed somebody standing on the street corner.
It wasn’t a man, but a small being with big black eyes and an oversized head. I stopped the truck and stared at him. For a second I saw him morph into Cherry Blossom then back again. “You are just a replica.” He said and suddenly vanished.
THE END
There it is folks. Keep writing, keep it interesting, try new things! And if you feel inspired, go right ahead and leave a comment in the box below…
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