So What Are You? (flash fiction)

So What Are You?

“So you just date other women then?” Penelope asked.

“Yes.” Sandy replied.

“You hate men or something?” Sandy looked surprised.

“I don’t hate men. I just don’t date them.” Sandy explained.

“So what’s your preferred nomenclature? Queer? Gay girl? Dyke? Lesbian?”

“Preferred nomenclature? Are you for real?”

“I believe so.” Penelope replied.

“You could call me Sandy.”

“But it doesn’t tell me anything about you.” Penelope stated.

“It’s my name and that’s a start.” Sandy replied.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 76

This was written with the prompt nomenclature provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #211.

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Šī¸2021 Joanne Fisher

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20 thoughts on “So What Are You? (flash fiction)

  1. Wow, if this doesn’t illustrate the problem with society today perfectly. Are we EVER going to get past the point where the label and what we IMAGINE said label means, is more important than the actual person?

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  2. I loved Sandy’s answer. It is appropriate. “Call me Sandy.”

    During my career, I often had men call me “Honey” and it really irked me especially if they were much younger than me (and old enough to know better). But I finally worked out a way to deal with it. I would say something like this: “If you wish to presume a familiarity with me, please call me Nancy as I only let my husband call me Honey.” (My name tag already announced it.) For the most part, it worked. I could never imagine that these same men would have called my male counterpart, Honey, and yet we did the same job..

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