50 Word Thursday – The Travelling Troupe

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“We never stop anywhere very long.” – DARREN SHAN, A LIVING NIGHTMARE

This challenge was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith, see the link below to her post:



The Travelling Troupe

The travelling entertainers were packing up. Gathering their flags that only yesterday flew proudly in the summer breeze, collapsing the Punch and Judy stand that rolled into a bundle that fit in their tiny caravan. Violette sat on the wooden steps and stared out to sea.

Only yesterday the beach had been filled with people, laughing and playing. Children had sat and watched their show, not just the Punch and Judy, but their juggling, acrobatics and dancing. It was the same at every beach they had been to. They would perform and the crowds would laugh, applaud and throw coins. When the crowds departed, they combed the sand eagerly for every coin. They couldn’t afford to be spendthrift, their caravans hadn’t had a lick of paint in years, all the money went to keep the troupe fed.

In the early morning light, a little girl who was walking with her parents came running up to her.

“Where are you going? I saw your show yesterday, why are you leaving so soon?”

Violette smiled at her, then glanced at her parents standing apart and frowning.

That was the reason they were always prompt to move on.

“We never stop anywhere very long,” Violette said to the girl, “But we may be back again next summer.”

The girl ran back to her parents and they walked off.

Violette knew well the consequences of remaining too long in one place. The crowds that were entertained one day could quickly turn into a mob.


[250 Words]


I have also incorporated the following word prompts:



FOWC with Fandango — Spendthrift


What do you See? – A forgotten birthday


This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s ‘What do you See?’ challenge. Click on the link below to see her post:

What do you See? May 28/2019


He was feeling rather sad and low,

And sorry with his lot,

Because although it was his birthday,

His friends, they’d all forgot.

He kicked his bedroom door ajar,

And banged upon his drum,

despite this being his special day,

he sulked and sucked his thumb.

He stalked about in a dreadful mood,

Like a scorpion with a sting,

He shouted at the postman when,

He failed to deliver anything.

In a fit of hurtful rage,

he presented an ultimatum

in a letter, he sat down and wrote,

I wouldn’t dare recite it out verbatim.

It clearly showed how out of sorts

And neglected he really felt,

Oh! what truly miserable hand

It was that fate had dealt.

And as the day had nearly closed

he entered the dining room,

and there, beside a papaya

he hadn’t wanted to consume,

he saw a birthday present,

wrapped up and tied with bows.

He heaved and sighed and then he cried

The tears ran down his nose.

Then jumping out of the shadows,

His friends sang out three cheers

And then quite prompt, they did applaud

Nearly deafening his ears.

It made him feel quite bashful

And filled with deep remorse,

He had doubted they

would remember his day,

When they clearly had, of course.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/May/2019

I have included the following word prompts:


Today’s prompt: scorpion, drum, papaya

FOWC with Fandango — Verbatim