Wednesday 23 December 2020

FISHUN' - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt was enigmatic to say the least! Hope you enjoy my take on it.

Oh, and isn't this a strange festive season? Hope your Christmas is as enjoyable as feasible in the circumstances. Take care!


PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell



FISHUN'

 

 

“Hiya, Abe.” Mikey dumped his gear on the ground.

“Hiya, Mikey,” said Abe, settling back on his stool.

“Any luck yet?” said Mikey.

“Nuthin’.”

Mikey assembled his rod and sat on the bank. “Grand mornin’ for it, Abe.”

“That it is.”

The men fell silent. Encompassed in their separate worlds like a pair of meditating buddhas, accompanied by soft birdsong and the occasional splash.

Eventually Mikey broke the silence.

“Well now, Abe. What about your sign then?”

“Hmm?”

“Up on the road. Sure, isn’t it a little… enigmatic, like?”

“Here’s the thing, Mikey. I didn’t know how to spell fishun'.”

 

 

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Wednesday 16 December 2020

A DISTRACTION - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt helped me to write a story about Leprechaun Paddy who is still trying to solve the problem of retrieving his Pot of Gold from the human, Batty Patty.


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook




A DISTRACTION

 

 

‘A distraction?’ said McSpud, adjusting his tall green hat.

‘Ye, a distraction,’ said Paddy. ‘The human nutjob, Batty Patty, still has my Pot of Gold. I want you to create a distraction while I nip into her kitchen and grab my Pot.’  

McSpud saluted Paddy with his tankard of poitin. ‘Sure, I’m your man, Paddy.’

‘Good. Meet me in her garden at sunset.’

 

Paddy arrived in Batty Patty’s garden. But where was McSpud? Paddy heard rustling in Patty’s shrubbery. An apparition emerged. Paddy fell backwards.

The apparition chuckled.

‘McSpud?’

‘I’m after thinking a scarecrow will make a grand distraction.’

Paddy sighed.

 


I hope you enjoyed reading this and I look forward to your comments. 


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Wednesday 2 December 2020

PADDY'S PROBLEM

 An intriguing photo of a piece of string was this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. I hope you enjoy my take on it which is a sequel to last week's Leprechaun story, but also hopefully stands alone too.


photo prompt: CE Ayr


PADDY’S PROBLEM

 

‘Seamus took your Pot of Gold again, Paddy?’ said McSpud.

‘Ye, the gobshite hid it in a garden, and the human found it.’

McSpud shook his head. ‘That’s bad.’

 ‘They call her Batty Patty because she’s a nutjob. My Pot’s sitting on her kitchen window sill. I’m waiting for her to open the window.’

‘But how will you reach it?’

‘Rope.’

‘Rope?’

‘Ye, I’ll lasso it.’

‘That’s a grand idea, Paddy.’ McSpud paused. ‘But… if she’s a nutjob…’

‘I know.’ Paddy sighed. ‘May she be plagued with a powerful itch…’

‘And never have the nails to scratch it,’ riposted McSpud.



I love the way the Irish express themselves. I've been waiting for the right opportunity to use this particular curse. I hope you enjoyed reading this and I look forward to your comments. 


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


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