Hello, My Name is Persiphany Vanderbilt

Avatar Author: Laine Grey So, my fellow Ficleteers, after over a year of soul-searchin', I've returned. I have great things to write, if you'll have me. *O.F.* (Original Ficleteer) Read Bio

“Hello, my name is Persiphany Vanderbilt. I know my name is strange, but I didn’t choose it. You ever think about that? You know, how a name is the second gift you get in this world… The first, of course, is birth. And sometimes I wonder if I’d be any different if my name were something ordinary, like ‘Susan’. I’d be Susan Vanderbilt, and I’m almost certain that I’d have ram-rod straight blond hair and my grandmother’s crooked nose.
No matter how much a person hates their name, it really isn’t theirs to hate. After all, you don’t own your name, do you? Well, I suppose one does, but not really. It’s like I said, it’s a gift…you must accept it gratefully.” Persiphany caught the perspiration on the glass with her finger and smiled at her date. Strangely, he seemed a bit exasperated.

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  1. Avatar Laine Grey

    My apologies to anyone named Susan Vanderbilt.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    wow, she’s a talker!
    maybe she should learn to wait for the guy to reply “A rose by any other name…” lol right, like that would happen!

  3. Avatar Nancy

    This is clearly the beginning of something wonderful.

  4. Avatar Alexa Reed (LoA)

    I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that when his phone rings, it turns out his mother is in the hospital, near death from some terrible accident.

    Not that a date has ever said that to me, of course.

  5. Avatar Chakatreamentinnahouse (LoA) Fool

    Sometimes I feel like this girl. Like if I’ve been in the house for a couple of weeks and my only human contact has been phone or computer mediated and the first person you actually speak to face to face gets a whole ton a words just dropped on them , all at once and out of nowhere. I persist in believing this is quirky and charming;)

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