50 Words Thursday #68 – With a Nuance of Subtlety



And the words:

“As she watched, Miss Tonks drew a pistol,” – M.C. Beaton’s Colonel Sandhurst to the Rescue


She’d travelled halfway across the globe to find him again. She’d nearly caught him in Buenos Aires, but he’d given her the slip.

In Berlin, she’d almost made contact but pulled back before revealing herself, only to discover who he’d really been working for all along. She realised that he’d told her a tissue of lies, a patchwork quilt of fantasy that she’d believed and had shared her secrets with him. Now she’d realised that he must be stopped before those secrets could fall into the wrong hands.

Finally, she’d caught him again, outside the Swiss embassy in a quiet part of Rome. There, in a colonnade, her man waited patiently and smoked a cigarette, the smoke formed snaking tendrils into the air and the smell just reached her in her hiding place. She saw a side entrance to the Embassy open and a figure in black walked towards the man she had tracked across the world. With bravado, she stepped out of the shadows and as she watched, Miss Tonks drew a pistol.

Within moments, her target had been despatched and then with a nuance of subtlety that was her trademark, she turned back in the shadows and disappeared.

[200 Words]


This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link to see her post:



I have also incorporated the following word prompts:


FOWC with Fandango — Globe





With Some Bravado – The Murder Mystery Continues

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, we are almost at the end now. This is the penultimate instalment before the final reveal (and possibly an epilogue).

If you want to read this story from the beginning click on this link:


With Some Bravado

Audrey Patterson had just made a statement concerning the death of Christopher Copeland who was found dead of a suspected suicide.

It was strange because it was the very same room in which, twenty years or so before, she had made a statement. That had been when a man mysteriously choked to death at a dinner party to which she’d been invited. That young man had been a notable scientist, or he’d appeared to be. Things had not been at all what they seemed. It was just the case this time as well. Then it had been Inspector Thorpe who had been in charge of that case. Now retired, Sir Alfred Thorpe sat in a chair by the door and behind the desk was the man in charge of this case, Inspector Coulson. He was a youngish man, she guessed in his late Thirties and he had a fluffy moustache and beard the colour of spun gold.

Continue reading With Some Bravado – The Murder Mystery Continues

The Greatest Dancer – A silly poem

This poem was inspired by the Three Things Challenge set by Theresa the Haunted Wordsmith, It’s great to see her back.


Today’s things are: flower pot, stereo instructions, dancer

Plus the Word of the Day: Bravado


and Fandango’s Word: Reflex.

FOWC with Fandango — Reflex


The Greatest Dancer

I am the greatest dancer

when I have had a few

Like a noble pony prancer

you’ve seen nothing like I can do


I give it everything I’ve got,

with a bravado something keen

around a handbag, or flower pot

with a passion, you’ve never seen.


They tell me, I’m something great,

when I get out on the floor,

I kick my feet and while I gyrate,

everyone else runs out the door.


I have a reflex like a cat,

that’s what one survivor said

though he was a bit delirious

when I accidentally kicked him in the head.


So let me put on my favourite songs

I know that there’ll be major ructions

an exodus of desperate throngs

as I reach for the stereo instructions. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/August/2018

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