I paused, one foot extended into the crosswalk. “Who said that?”
“Over here.” It was Shadowman, my nemesis. He was crouching in the azaleas. “What did you do?”
“Huh? I didn’t ‘do’ anything,” I said.
Shadowman raised an eyebrow. “You can drop the innocent facade, Serena. Or should I say… Aurora?”
I gasped. “Who told you? I was so careful.”
“Not important. Tell me how you caused this.” He swept a hand through the air.
“Can you be more specific?”
“The sunshine, Aurora! It’s the middle of the night!”
This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt. As always, I welcome comments and constructive feedback and love browsing the other entries as well!
When Synesthesia Man arrived in Malburg, evildoers feared him for his unusual ability to convert ambient text in his vicinity into sensations. After he overcame the Grammar Nazi with an assault of killer B’s, crime virtually ended overnight.
One rare letter in the alphabet caused him nausea, but he didn’t see it often.
It was all well and good until the day he chased The Booby Trapper into what appeared to be a pet shop. The vomiting began immediately. Synesthesia Man realized he’d been lured to his doom inside an adult bookstore.
Clearly his arch-nemeses, the XXX-Men, had planned everything.
Today’s story came out of a conversation on the Drabblecast forums sparked by another forumite’s excellent 100-word story on a synesthesia theme. Since I write this medical microfiction blog, someone asked if I planned to write on this word too. Confession: the other story was vastly better. Really, the puns in mine got out of control. Killer B’s? Really, what was I thinking?
But we’re here to talk about synesthesia, which is when a person experiences a subjective sensation based on a stimulus of another type. To put it another way, it’s when you hear music and taste it, or when you read a word and the word has color.
This condition comes in any conceivable variety you can think of, but certain types are more common than others. The most common type of synesthesia is grapheme–> color synesthesia. This is when a person sees the letters of the alphabet (graphemes) and experiences them in shades of color. In today’s story, Synesthesia Man demonstrates something akin to this version. Maybe we’d call his variety grapheme–>tactile synesthesia since for him, letters result in textures or sensations.
I’ve met two synesthetes in my life. One had grapheme–>color synesthesia as described above. The other one was my medical terminology professor, who clearly gets credit for this blog. He experienced grapheme–>sound synesthesia. He’d say things like, “When you see the word helminthiasis, don’t you just hear the most beautiful strains of Brahms?”
I think it’s a misnomer to call synesthesia a disorder. It’s just too cool; I’d sign up in an instant if they were handing out synesthesia genes.
Regardless, watch out for adult bookstores. The XXX-Men might get you.
Have you met anyone with synesthesia, or experienced it yourself?