Fleur 2020-05 - Azalea
And the Winners are ...
Special thanks to judge Dr. David A. Ross, who took time off from his busy summer school teaching schedule to read all the Azalea stories, pick his winners and give comments and feedback. We always appreciate your input, David!
The winning piece has the virtues of compression and a final line that functions as a fairly devastating turning point, undercutting the sentimentality of the preceding lines with a mortal reduction of everything to brutal bodily fact. Certainly it was the best line of the contest.
Circle of Life – by Clara and Kate – Finalist Honors
This story has the virtue of clean colloquial prose (“My grandma has always loved azaleas but I’ve never known why they are so important to her… until we found ourselves at the hospital saying our final goodbyes”) and convincing dialogue (“Come on guys”). My only quibble is that a word or two might have clarified the slightly ambiguous “booth” that features in grandma and grandpa’s first date.
Red Azalea Dreams – by Juma – Finalist Honors
The contrast between the gardener’s bluff indignation (“You can imagine how I feel about that!”) and his louche dreams of murder (“A slim figure lounges on the couch, ebony hair half-covering her habitual frown”) creates compelling black comedy.
Summer Long Ago – by Sophia Still – Finalist Honors
The awareness of one’s own gradual loss of awareness is perhaps the most psychologically complex and poignant of all human crises (see the depiction of HAL’s demise in 2001: A Space Odyssey). Resisting melodrama and for the most part sentimentality, this story depicts the moment when loss and awareness of loss are in brief and painful equilibrium. This is mature subject matter impressively handled by a young person.
Public Voting Winners
Congratulations to all our Public Voting winners! All three of these winners are new to our ZenGarden.club – welcome and congratulations!
We hope you will continue to share this month’s stories with friends and family, colleagues and coworkers! Reading a floral flash fiction story is a great way to start any day.
Learn more about the contest which inspired these stories:
Fleur 2020-05 Azalea
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Member Sandra James has created a prompt for this month that is very appealing – the fragrant, lovely lavender, a picket fence and above all, Grandma! We’re especially grateful for all the bees that are attracted to the scents of late spring and early summer. We hope you’ll be inspired by the wonderful picture and the prompt.
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Fleur 2020-06 – Lavender
We’re very happy to welcome back Sherry Torgent as our judge this month. Sherry is a publishing editor, writer, published author and a delightful judge! She shared some wonderful insights during our Violet contest last March. Her comments are not only helpful for all of us writers, they are also literary gems! Sherry will select the Grand Prize Winner and the list of Finalists for this contest. Many thanks, Sherry!
Congratulations to everyone who entered a story and especially to all those who made the short list. Welcome to all our new subscribers! We hope you enjoy your ZenGarden.club experience and continue to share your talent with all our club members. Your stories can help make a difference in today’s world.
We’re delighted to present the shortlisted stories from our “Azalea” contest. We hope you’ll read each one and then tell your friends and family about ZenGarden.club. We can help inspire others by sharing these lovely stories with family and friends.
Total entries: 55
Total shortlisted: 30
“I’m leaving, mother,” I called over my shoulder. As my hand reached out for the doorknob, my sister caught my arm. “Wren, you can’t go
Vibrant, beautiful, red azaleas. A garden dedicated to them- full of their stunning beauty. My grandma has always loved azaleas but I’ve never known why
While admiring the precious garden in front of the extravagant castle, the Princess found azaleas in contrasting red colors with tiny dewdrops waiting to descend
The wren hopped onto the bench, twittering contentedly to himself. The morning was bright, the day full of promise and fluffy clouds. The dew sparkled
“Mr. Takahashi-San? You have a video call from your grandson.” The old man nodded his thanks and made his way to the monitor by the
I’m sure it’s going to break my back one of these days, carting these heavy pots around. Monsieur keeps asking for plants to be brought