Flash Fiction #213

Empty Head

THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS

My department supervisor had insisted that I enroll in this self-help course. It was supposed to remove insecurities, and build self-confidence. To do public speaking – delivering a report to a group of executives – we were taught all the tricks, including imagining your audience naked. The cute girl from accounting might be interesting, but the two engineers were ugly.

The instructor said, “Rodney, stand and give the group a 2-minute talk about something that interests you.” I had become fearless. I bravely stood, and stood – and stood…. I couldn’t think of anything. The body was willing, but the mind was weak.

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14 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #213

  1. Dale says:

    Much as I’m an extrovert, standing up in front of peeps ain’t fun (and yet I’ve been drafted to do the eulogies for five people so far)

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Oh dear! I don’t have five people that I’m close enough to, to be tapped for that unwelcome task. I used to have a follower who wrote obituaries for newspapers, but like many bloggers, she just disappeared. 😳

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      • Dale says:

        My grandmother & grandfather (a dual funeral), my dad, my husband, my aunt…

        That’s the only downside of blogging… we don’t know what happens when a blogger disappears – did they die? did they just stop writing?

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      • Archon's Den says:

        My siblings are a little…. mixed up??! I recently wrote of my brother who just disappeared in a snit. My half-sister had power of attorney when my parents were in a nursing home. They both caught flu, and were taken to hospital. My Mom died on Wednesday, was buried on Saturday, and I was notified the following Monday. While not “Atheists,” Mom insisted on a simple ceremony, with no priests or preachers. My sister had a minister who had never met Mom deliver a flowery eulogy. 😛

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      • Dale says:

        Sounds like my father’s family – each is f***ed up in their own way.
        But notifying you after the burial? Jesus. And getting someone else to deliver the eulogy? Eesh…

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  2. Alien Resort says:

    In the real world you would have time to choose a subject and assemble a presentation.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Not always, necessarily. I’ve been in more than one of these, where the instructor uses it, both as a test for the person he picks, but as an object lesson for the others, that the hand of fate can descend at any time. 😯

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  3. Dear Archon,

    No doubt Rodney was feeling a little on the naked side himself. I personally love to speak in front of groups. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Archon's Den says:

      I would need some written notes. I can’t say that I love it but, every time I was in a team-building seminar, it seemed that I was the one ‘unanimously chosen’ by the rest of the group, to read the final report. 😳

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  4. msjadeli says:

    That sounds like the trainings we were forced to go to, on all subjects. The icebreakers were always interesting. The group of 50 was asked to tell the most unique thing about themselves. Thankfully in a large group you have enough time to scramble your brain to come up with something. When it was the turn for one of the social workers we used to do trauma therapy with our kids to answer, she nonchalantly said she has eaten a domesticated pet whose species shall remain unnamed. From that day forward, it became an unpleasant chore to work with her and I never trusted her judgment again.

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  5. granonine says:

    Aw, poor guy. Not even the cute girl could get him started.

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