The Adventures of Jeremy – Part Four.

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Jeremy’s parents were having a frank discussion.

“What are we going to do about Jeremy?” His father asked.

“Why, dear, he’s only a boy full of imagination. There’s no real harm in him?” his Mother replied philosophically.

“That’s fine you saying that, but it wasn’t your bathrobe he stole and then dragged through the mud. I think you encourage him. You let him keep that pet rabbit. You should have made him release it back into the woods. You indulge him too much.”

“Oh, Dear. Can’t you remember being young yourself? Didn’t you have adventures? Climb trees? Look for buried treasure?”

“Yes, but I grew out of it and it’s high time Jeremy did too.”

“He’s only eight years old, for goodness sake! What would you have me do? Put him on a strict diet of boiled cabbage to curb his enthusiasm? Send him away to boarding school? As if we can afford that sort of thing.”

“No, I suppose not. I think we should both be a bit more watchful of him in future though. We can only guess what the little rascal’s going to get up to tomorrow on his school field trip.”


Jeremy woke the next day full of his natural exuberance and ecstatic at the thought of going to the seaside on his school trip, and blissfully unaware that his parents were watching him very carefully.

The school bus stopped at the entrance to the park where he lived, just like every normal school day, except this day, instead of everyone wearing their drab Navy and brown school uniforms, they were wearing clothes in a kaleidoscope of bright colours. Jeremy wore his favourite bright mustard coloured pullover, blue shorts and his lucky red hat. In his rucksack, his Mother had made him cheese and marmalade sandwiches, his favourite, and he had a bottle of blackcurrant squash. He liked to pretend he was drinking fine red wine, like the Knights of old, only he hadn’t managed to find anything that looked like a goblet or a flagon. Drinking out of an ordinary bottle was going to have to do.

As the bus pulled away with their little boy on it waving from the rear window, Jeremy’s parents couldn’t help worry about what he was going to get up to.

They were relieved when at five pm the school bus pulled up outside and Jeremy came running up to them. He was carrying something large in his hands.

“Look Mum!, Dad! I’ve found a magic rock!”.

Indeed, in his hands, he held a dark grey rock, the size of a cricket ball.

“I found this rock on the beach and the Teacher said it was a special type of rock, called an igneous rock.”

Just then, Jeremy tripped and the rock fell from his hands onto the concrete path and cracked in half, like an egg.

When he picked it up, he saw the rock was hollow but growing inside was a collection of purple and yellow crystals, glittering in the afternoon sun.

Jeremy looked up at his parents and said, “See, I told you it was a magic rock!”

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/February/2019


This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

Today’s prompt: rabbit, bathrobe, kaleidoscope

FOWC with Fandango — Ecstatic





Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Imp at the Spa.

We arrived at the Spa hotel exhausted after our long drive.

Only we would choose a spa break weekend where we had to drive for hours to get there and the first bit through rush hour traffic too.

I had to admit, the spot was idyllic. The hotel was a small Georgian house, with a large conservatory added on. It was set in spacious grounds of green lawns dotted with trees and shrubs amongst which wandered a family of peacocks, the light of the setting sun gleaming on their feathers of blue and green.

In the basement of the hotel was an enormous swimming pool, a steam room and a sauna. The restaurant served that exquisite food that seemed to occupy such little room on the plate but always tasted delicious.

Before we could enjoy the pool or the restaurant, we had to have a cup of tea and recharge our batteries after the long drive.

The room wasn’t very large, but it had a comfortable double bed and the view looked out over the lawns and down to a beautiful lake.

The bathroom was very small, but adequate.

On a tray by the wardrobe was the standard accoutrements that came with an English hotel. A kettle, two cups, a stainless steel teapot, some teabags, UHT milk cartons, instant coffee and some individually wrapped biscuits.

In moments Linda had sorted out the tea while I bumbled around the room. I opened the bedside cabinet drawer and was reassured to find a copy of the Gideon Bible. On the small table by the window was another collection of standard hotel paraphernalia, a writing pad, envelopes and a sewing kit, complete with needle, thread and safety pin.

All these things seemed to bring a sense that all was right with the world after all.

We sipped our tea as we gazed down on the gardens. In the fading light I thought I saw a small Imp like creature, a bit like a garden gnome, dash between the trees.

After feeling refreshed we decided to get our moneys worth and partake of the various relaxing experiences on offer.

It wasn’t until the following day, after several exquisite meals, massages and hours spent languishing in the pool or steam room, that I began to feel my tense muscles relax.

I was lying on a hammock in the garden, in my bathrobe, next to my wife when I heard a strange noise come from a nearby privet hedge. At first I couldn’t fathom what it could be, but then I saw the Imp peer at us though the leaves.

I let out a shout and my wife jumped, knocking over her margarita.

“George, What is it?” she demanded imperiously.

“Nothing, I think I really needed this break. My nerves are gone to pieces. I am going to have a lay down in our room.”

As I got to my room, I looked out of the window and thought I saw the little imp rubbing sun cream on my wife’s back as she lay on the recliner.

I passed out on the bed.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/September/2018

Today’s things are: safety pin, hotel, bathrobe