The raven-haired beauty has stolen my heart
And made a hopeless romantic out of a crusty old fart
Too late have I realized this, I squarely blame my ego
If I had even an iota of sense, I wouldn’t have let her go
She came by last night, and fondly bid me adieu
I poured my heart out to her then, hoping she’d say I Do
But just like the inhabitants of Spanish mountains would find a downpour surprising
I was thunderstruck when I found out that my Eliza was now the Fair Lady of my friend Colonel Pickering
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99 words.
Written as a part of the Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction Challenge, hosted by Charli Mills. This week’s prompt is:
March 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raven. It can be in nature or used to describe humanity as a metaphor. Follow the bird. Go where the prompt leads.
Note: I found a very interesting article on the ending of both the stage and film adaptations of Pygmalion and how George Bernard Shaw absolutely abhorred the stage version, and the film ending was no better. So, I decided to write my own ending as a homage 🙂
jagahdilmein 
LOL. Great take. I’m sure George Bernard Shaw would like this ending.
Thank you so much Irene. I sure hope so.
You did Pygmalion a proud ending! And a crusty old fart is a good summation of Henry Higgins!
Thank you so much Charli. He was too stuffy for his own good.
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