CRAZY CHARLIE - 100 word story

A house in the middle of nowhere and a set of rough steps leading up to it was this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. It got me thinking about the sort of person who might live there.

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

CRAZY CHARLIE

Rumours cloaked the old man like a mystery. The locals in the bar ignored him. They called him Crazy Charlie.

He cycled home in wintry sunshine.

Two straggly dogs greeted him.

'Good lads.'

Charlie climbed up to the ramshackle house. In the kitchen he rummaged for leftovers. 
Outside, the dogs were fidgeting, toenails tap-dancing on the porch.

Charlie threw the leftovers into bowls and sat down. The dogs settled into their meal. Charlie's face creaked into a smile.

Wriggling his shoulders, he relaxed. A gecko skittered away, looking for smaller prey. Charlie closed his eyes, hoping the bullies wouldn't return.

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

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Touché - A story in 100 words

After a summer break from blogging, I thought I'd get back into the swing of things by joining the Friday Fictioneers, whose stories I've been enjoying for some time.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

Touché

  

Pamela disliked her mother's collections of china and pottery. Shelves groaning with Wade Whimsies were a particular bugbear.

'What do you see in these twee little animal figures?'

'Now, Pammy, look closely at their intricacies.'

Pamela remained unimpressed.

At least the Whimsies were small. The sheer vulgarity of the collection of jardinières appalled her.

'One day you'll love them,' said her mother.

'Never,' said Pamela.

On the day that Pamela picked up the jardinières, courtesy of her mother's will, she found a note inside each one which read: For my darling daughter to learn to love.

Pamela sighed. 'Touché, mother.'

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