Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines. Here is the picture.
and here are the words:
“The very next day, Carella got the fight he was spoiling for.”
From Ed McBain’s Give the Boys a Great Big Hand
Here is my attempt:
A Picture of Animosity
My Papa’s house was plain and simple like him. On the outside nothing showed, neither the house nor my Papa gave anything away.
I was my Papa’s only child, his little Carla. Growing up it had just been the two of us; Mama had died having me. Then, when I went away to college, he must have got lonely because that’s when he’d met and married her. Carella was a tall, dark haired woman on the make. Papa had been old enough to be her father, but he had a home and some money and she had nothing. She never convinced me she loved him. Only I loved him really.
The one thing that Papa had and treasured was the painting above the fireplace. When he died it was the one thing I wanted to remember him by, and I said so.
“Over my dead body” Carella had said, showing her true colours at last.
The very next day, Carella got the fight she was spoiling for. We must have looked a sight, rolling around the floor clutching the painting and scratching each other. It totally ruined Papa’s funeral and somehow in our fight the painting got damaged, beyond repair.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 28/June/2018