© Dee Lovering
Farnum wasn't much of a writer
but he loved to write stories about a young man named Sylvan and the
Christmases Sylvan enjoyed from years gone by.
Farnum
himself was a rather minor character in a book written by a novelist named
Giorgio. Giorgio for his sake had been
created by Cinnamon Klein, a New York City pulp fiction writer and amateur
detective.
"And
so ends another Cinnamon Klein Mystery,” I typed, closing
the laptop.
The phone
rang. "Yes, who is it?"
"Merry
Christmas, Perry! This is Sylvan."
“Sylvan? But you're fictional! You're fictional three
times over!"
"Well,
I guess Farnum is a lot better writer than you, Cinnamon, or Giorgio ever gave him credit for, isn't he?”
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To be honest, I really can't figure out this goofy post came out of a Christmas prompt. I think the circular nature of the building got me thinking about layers of stories and how many "levels" away from the author a character in a story within a story might be.
To review: Farnum created Sylvan, Giorgio created Farnum, Cinnamon Klein created Giorgio, I created Cinnamon Klein, and Russell created me. There you have it. And if you click here, you'll also have the takes of the other Friday Fictioneers on the picture prompt above, created just for you.
And should any of you happen to see Cinnamon Klein, please tell I created her, it's not fair she won't return my calls!
