My Old Flatmate

For my live tweeting, I chose to share a story about a person I met by chance and knew for a short time back when I lived in London. His name was Ricco. (Or was it?)

https://twitter.com/janitaburgess/status/1551773467615174656

This story is kind of two stories in one. The central story is about my former flatmate being a bit of a jerk and firing a client of his, but I’ve bookended it with bits that explain how I was a part of things, since I needed a place to live, and how it all affected me.

The story doesn’t follow a traditional beginning – middle – end structure. One could argue that there are multiple beginnings to the story, or multiple endings. But each snippet follows from the one before it in a domino effect. Kind of like triggers and heaps. And from there, a beginning, middle, and end emerge in both the central story and the bookended parts.

However, I have answered the basic Who / What / When / Where / Why / How questions that all stories must answer. The bookended parts of my story are central to some of those questions, which is why I included them rather than leaving them out.

Similarly, I have (hopefully) evoked a reaction from the audience with my story. The reaction I hoped to evoke was one of sympathetic annoyance at what my flatmate did, and also one of amusement as I describe what I took away from it. 

I had a difficult time thinking up something to live tweet about (my life is boring), so I hope this story and its conclusion and corollary are fitting.