Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
Once upon a time there was a good fairy. Her name was Fairy Compromise. She could give babies a special gift when they were born. She gave them the gift of perpetually compromising. Baby Lucky was one who received her gift at his birth.
This turned out to be a bit of a curse, really. The recipient could never demand, want, long for …… They always had to settle on a compromise.
So, when Lucky set out to find a mate, he had to … Compromise. Not the one he adored, not the one he hated, just the one he could tolerate,
And so it went for the rest of his life. He was the sort-of proud father of several children and he kept the family more or less comfortable, neither rich nor poor.
The family compromised at his funeral and buried half of him and cremated the other half.
One day his children got together to celebrate his life.
“What can we say,” they said.” Not much really. He never did anything of interest at all”.
So they went down to the pub and drank a shandy toast to their dad.
Because of that .. I guess the beer was stronger than the lemonade … the kids decided to seek out Fairy Compromise to see if they could change things. Or maybe not. Did they really want to?
A life of mediocrity was better than no life at all.
And because of that, they were after all his children, they compromised. They gave up. Congratulated each other on no decision at all and went their separate ways.
Until finally, they all died. Had the half burial, half cremation funerals and their memorial plaques all read:
We lived … sort of.
No we didn’t … yes we did….
The end.
@tussnelda