Tag Archives: Short Stories

Brotherly Love at Christmas

At this time of year, for those who enjoy Christmas, one of the joys is the profusion of light displays.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Brotherly love at Christmas

Oh, yes, and no peeking while you wait. She rushed off.

I looked at the pile of fashion shop bags scattered on the back seat.
No peeking indeed.
I was more interested in the tramp, Marie was talking to under the lamppost.
I took photographs of them. Why?
I never forgave her indiscretion at last year’s Christmas office party.

Marie returned. “Okay, home James,” she said.
I looked at her and waited. Patience brings its own rewards.
A tear rolled down her face. I’m sad. Tony won’t come to dinner. She blew her nose.

He’s your brother!
I’ll fetch him.

The Wedding of Sweet Molly McGuire

An interesting photo-prompt from Rochelle with lots of historical content to explore. I have researched the Molly McGuire as a secret society during the coal mining disputes in the US. The existence of the Molly McGuire may have been invented to try and discredit the miners. The 1970’s film of the same name stars Sean Connery and Richard Harris.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Wedding of Sweet Molly McGuire

A hundred years ago, Seamus O’Leary brought a large bottle of Potcheen from Ireland, and he insisted it was drunk to celebrate his wedding. The little bottle contains the spirit of the old country, a reminder of the mists of Killarney and the warmth of the family around a smoking peat fire. Legend states the Molly McGuire blessed the bottles with a kiss. 

O’Leary disappeared in a Pennsylvanian coal mine before the Pinkertons denounced some Irishmen for defying a twenty percent pay cut.

Nowadays in our cellar, you can still hear Sweet Molly whisper, ‘Seamus, your secret’s safe with us.’

The Mechanic

The picture for this week’s Friday Fictioneers from Claire looks typical of small backyard garages that nowadays have lost out to the big names. Thanks to Claire Fuller for the prompt.

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

The Mechanic

His great-grandfather, Malcolm Roper, rebuilt a Ford Model T as a favour. Afterwards, he founded the family business and was a self-taught engineer. His expertise attracted the transport king, Jack Hills, who paid hush cash to service his fleet of Ford AA trucks that distributed crates of Marlboro contraband from the docks.
Times were good despite the depression, and the family drove Austin 12 cars. They wore double-breasted threads with a Colt in their pockets. 

That’s history, nowadays they only fix Hackney Cabs for big Tony.
‘Why does he pay them extra expenses?‘
‘I do not know! Your honour.’

Gumshoe Diamonds

The lack of people in the street shown in the writing prompt is a reminder to me of recently imposed lockdowns due to the Coronavirus, let’s not wish for that again. I have been watching a Private Investigator series on television and this was the inspiration for my Friday Fictioneers’ story this week.

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Photo Prompt by Roger Bultot.

Gumshoe Diamonds

She is late, and my gum has lost its flavour. 
If I stay any longer, the suspicious early risers will notice.
My bladder is screaming for release, but I’ll give it two more minutes; despite my intestines twisting at my intuition, urging me to leave.
Then I see her. Mai Ling strides towards me, says nothing, and gives me the shoebox. She rushes away and drives off.

As I empty the box onto my desk, I reel back, knocking over my coffee.
My investigation into jewellery theft has intensified since the many mummified fingers have diamond rings attached.

Always with You

This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt reminds me of cosy nights by a log fire. Thanks to Dale for her picture of the log stack neatly piled around the basement windows.

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Picture prompt from Dale Rogerson

I am always with you

The flickering of the flames from the logs burning in the grate filled the room with a cosy feeling. Elroy remembered drinking rum and the comfort of the taste warming his soul as it slipped into his turkey diner. He recalled these moments of joy and smiled, watching Jay and Josey playing cards under the tinsel draped from the fir tree; happiness and peace washed through him. 

The clatter of plates drew him into the kitchen, where Mary was crying by the sink. If only his spirit could kiss and hug her to let her know he missed her, too.

Charlie’s Mountain

Mountaineering and climbing the world’s highest peaks is not within the ability or resources of many, however mountain walking remains a favourite past time. The satisfaction of reaching the mountain top and being rewarded with a wide expansive view, occasionally high above the clouds, is worth the effort; in my experience. Also, we learn that the weather must never be trusted.

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Charlie’s Mountain

My daily commute is thirty minutes each way across the strait, and the view is both an inspiration and a reminder of my sadness.

My brother Charlie would say we will get to the top next time. We started on warm days and when we were within reach of the summit, the bitter weather always forced us back down.

One dark morning we began the trek and by the next afternoon stood on the peak shouting across the world. A vicious blizzard marred our descent.

I will retire tomorrow and have the rest of my life to find Charlie’s remains. 

A Matter of Taste

This week’s prompt from Rochelle is a lovely painting of typical dining table condiments.
I hope I have added some spice with my story.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

A Matter of Taste

How much?

The value is in the symbology. 
The famous artist is making a passionate plea to his lover.

I don’t understand. What does it say?

Focus on the condiments, they are always complementary.
The spicey, romantic flirtatious pepper by the flickering candle has an offer of an honest commitment.
See the full clear glass of lemonade.

The sauce is a promise of abundant passion and substantial wealth.
Sensible salt is pondering indecisively (half full glass) between a dying flame and the squeeze of the silky-smooth future.

I expect she said no.


There’s a pepper top on the salt.

The Torment of Mellow Corn

This week’s picture is symbolic of a light from heaven floating above a church steeple. The image made me think of the UK television comedy show ‘Father Ted’. It portrays a shambolic group of priests, and particularly the character, Father Jack, who is a mad alcoholic lunatic.

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The Torment of Mellow Corn

Reverend Jamison obeyed the voice calling him to church. The burning, blinding light confirmed a higher authority was watching. 

His hands trembled as he staggered down the aisle to the pulpit where he found the sacramental wine. He gulped down the liquid, leaving little for the communion. He would mix in some water later.

The voice beckoned, much calmer and calling from the vestry. Where behind the bibles, he snatched a bottle of corn-whiskey and drank; to steady his nerves.

He knelt, ‘Save me, Lord.’ 

Religiously, he sipped the golden Mellow Liquid.

‘The grip of the Devil is tormenting me!’

Stuffed Bald Eagle–Trophy

This week’s Friday Fictioneers picture prompt from Krista Strutz, showing an Eagle, is a reminder to me of the constant struggle in Scotland. The Golden Eagle and numbers of other birds of prey are in decline and the efforts to encourage them to flourish are not popular. The birds prey on game, partridge and grouse, and sometimes young lambs and the idea of striking a balance between the wildlife and people’s livelihood is controversial.

PHOTO PROMPT © Krista Strutz 

Stuffed Bald Eagle–Trophy

John stood transfixed and his heart rate fluttered.
At first, he let the paddle board drift as he watched the eagle land so close.
The magnificent creature stared at him, as if deciding whether he was a threat.

He remained calm and tried to hold the board against the current. He had never been so close to a Bald Eagle, and he savoured every second.
Some people would pay a fortune for this trophy stuffed and on display.

Would people believe him? He wanted to shoot it and prove them wrong.
However, he had left his camera-kit in the car. 

Village Hay and Bread

There is a sense of a peaceful country village in this week’s picture from Sandra.

A place where everyone knows each other and rumours and gossip flourish;
well, everyone wants to know all about you, especially if you have secrets to share.

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Photo Prompt by Sandra Cook

Village Hay and Bread

Marcel drives his tractor through the village, although there are shorter ways to his farm. He stops at the Boulangerie, and it takes ages to collect his bread.

Across the street, Annette rearranges the books in the window of the Librairie, all the time watching for Marcel.

‘Stop it,’ Carole shouts from the till, and then joins her.

‘He’s taking his time.’ Annette checks her watch.

‘Mary-Anne is probably busy with a bun in the oven.’ Carole laughs.

‘Don’t! She’s happily married.’

‘And, she has loved both brothers.’

Marcel appeared; Annette waved.

‘Yesterday, Jacques bought a shotgun,’ said Carole.