Back in March 2016, I had a piece published on Postcard Shorts, one of those websites especially for flash fiction of approximately 250 words, or whatever you can fit on a postcard.
As the title suggests, my story tells the tale of Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’, an iconic bronze sculpture now associated with philosophy’s great questions such as ‘How far down a tree trunk must one cut before it becomes a stump?’ and ‘If no ones around to hear it, does a tree falling on a man’s head, crushing him like a grape make a sound?’ Basically anything related to those wooden plants.
Anyway, below is an extract from ‘The Life of the Thinker’. I were to write it again today, I’d change one or two teenie weenie things but as they say, hindsight is a wonderful thing, as long as you don’t get lost in the past and think it’s 17th January 2002 again.
I spread word of the man and all wanted to see. We wanted to help him find his answer. So we climbed up the pillars, the frame and the wall, and stood beside him, offering encouragement.
Day after day we stood by. Week after week we tried to help. But all to no avail. Some started to leave, “He’ll never answer,” they said. Some pointed and laughed, mocking The Thinker, but I believed in him. “You can do it,” I said.
If you thought that was all right, you can read the full thing here.