Welcome to the seventy-fifth Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was selected by a committee of three: Elisson, Chris, and Caleb.
That’s right: Popeye, Movies, and Reflection.
And people actually wrote stories about all three. Imagine that.
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
SOMETHING NEW
Due to popular demand, I am going to include stories that were sent to me, but without a recording. However, since the midget has left for sunny Coral Gables, Florida, those stories will just be posted in the show notes. You’re more than welcome to vote for them, but they will be ineligible for prizes or topic selection.
I feel that this is a fair balance between the podcast and blog natures of this content.
Feel free to share your thoughts on this decision in the comments, and we might possibly come up with an even better and more fair policy for handling these kinds of situations.
VOTING
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CALEB
Popeye sat alone in the theater after everyone else had left. No matter how many times he watched The Seventh Seal it always left him uncharacteristically contemplative. He thought of death and how it had long been with him. There beside him when he fought the goons on Goon Island or when he accidentally killed Bluto saving Olive Oyl; beside him when he couldn’t stop Sweapee from falling off that girder. He became suddenly aware that death in the flesh was sitting right next to him in the theater and that now he too must go.
“Well Blow Me Down!”
ROBIN
Knowing life’s reflections would be enhanced by spinach, I carried a fresh bag and an some Popeye movies to this hospice admission.
His gray appearance faded fast, mocking me with “Yuk, Yuk”.
“This is it, huh?”
“No, Popeye. The beginning.” I moved his pipe stably into crinkled lips.
After paperwork signing cartoon characters up for hospice, we discussed children who secretly admired him through adulthood. Gently massaging his weakening arms, I whispered “goodbye”.
Suddenly, his demeanor changed. Another patient discharged from hospice due to improvement. Children’s hopes, spinach, and the stabilized pipe ignited him into a superhero.
Hospice is amazing.
TOM
Hi Kids is time for the Movies?
Noooooooooooooooooo
Its Thimble Theatre Time
With all your old friends
Olive Oyl
Harold Ham gravy
Castor Oyl
Popeye
and Bernice the Whiffle Hen
That reminds me kids
want to get your very own
Whiffle Hen good luck charm
just like the one that Popeye
uses in his weekly adventures?
All you got to do is mail in 40 box tops
from that breakfast of Champions Wheaties
in the bright orange box found across
the land in local A & P stores.
Tonight’s exciting adventure is called
The Cure of the Reflection Pool
GUY DAVID
There was a sound like thunder, then a reflection, a bright overseeing light and a strange clicking noise, then a rift was opened in the space-time continuum. Through the rift we could see a broken umbrella that looked like an elephant, an old orlogin clock that always chimes on the 13th hour, an old movie starring Robin Williams as Popeye and an old man with a black robe, wielding an axe that looked like a feather, then, the storm was over, the rift closed, and a new day was born, right between Saturday and Sunday. We called it Warfday.
ELISSON
The sailor walked down Main Street, occasionally catching a glimpse of himself reflected in a store window. He moved with a peculiar gait, swinging his ridiculously muscular forearms, hitching up his pants fore and aft with each step.
Years of salt beef, biscuit, and grog had blocked his bowels such that only an exophthalmos-inducing strain could clear them. For him, Popeye was more than a name; it was a way of life.
But today he was happy, for he was planning to take Miss Oyl to the movies. And, he thought, perhaps one day she’d be his wife, Olive Eye.
JD
I saw a movie at a Drive-in in 1970.
It was called “Reflections in a Golden Eye”.
It stared Taylor and Brando.
It had a lot of yelling, a lot of guzzling of booze and a lot of sex talk.
Even got to see Liz in a white slip.
That was before both she and Brando got fat and old.
I am not sure that I remember much of the movie, except for Liz’s bare back, because they showed a Popeye cartoon before the movie and I keep getting the plots confused.
I seem to remember Brando eating spinach.
LAIEANNA
Alright everyone, let’s settle down. Today we are going to watch a movie.
Hey kids! It’s Popeye! I wansta talk to you about something very
important called self esteem. Self Esteem means having confidence in
who you are. Do yous get picked on in school for the things yous wear
or the way yous talk? (speech impesiment) Does bullies push you
around cause your hair is different or you wears glasses? (oh ah four
eyes) Well, just remember that no one’s the sames. When yous go
home, look at your reflection and says to yourselves… I amz what I
amz.
MAD BARD
Leaning against the mirror, his massive forearms bulging, Popeye stared at his reflection and sighed.
The days of Segar’s cartoons were long gone. His star had faded, trailers and hotel suites on location were now communal bathrooms in the back of the porn studio.
As long as there was a market for nostalgia-minded perverts, the movies would be made.
And they paid.
Popeye washed his face and walked back to the studio.
Sure, Bluto was ramming his co-star from the other end and she looked like she had beachballs strapped to her chest, but it was better than nothing, right?