50 Word Thursday #5 – A new society

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.

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and the lines:

“Peter Gericke loved airplanes as some men love horses, with a deep and unswerving passion.”

From Jack Higgins The Eagle Has Landed

Here is my attempt:

It had been a terrible plane crash, so my Mother had said. She was one of only a handful of survivors. Just thirty people out of four hundred. Mother had been the head stewardess and one of only three crew to survive. One other stewardess and the co-pilot, Peter Gericke survived. Peter became our chief. He got people organised.

Mother told me about two stories she’d read as a child about people abandoned on a desert island. One called Coral island and the other called Lord of the Flies. The first one told how the survivors all worked peacefully together and survived in an almost totally blissful utopia. In the other book, the survivors all reverted to brutal tribalism and turned on themselves. We were somewhere between the two extremes.

Peter organised building a camp. At first everyone had followed him quite willingly. They didn’t eat the dead, that was something else Mother told me about a film she’d seen once, they burned them on a bonfire with some kind of ceremony.

It was when Peter decided to turn the shell of the plane into his own private dwelling that the trouble started. Peter Gericke loved airplanes as some men love horses, with a deep and unswerving passion. He wanted to live in it. A few of the other survivors didn’t like that. They called him a Despot and took themselves off to another part of the Island and formed their own breakaway society. Mother told me they were unworthy.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/June/2018

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50 Word Thursday #4 – Her Little Secret

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.

 

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Here are the lines

“Life was a queer business, she thought. On occasions it threw people together haphazardly without regard to consequences.”
From Frederick J Thwaites No Rainbow In The Sky

Here is my attempt:

Liza-beth stepped out of the grocery store and recognised it. It was the cart from Tallow’s farm and tied to the hitching post was Winston, the carthorse. She went over and patted the horse on the nose and he whinnied at her, an old friend.

Life was a queer business, she thought. On occasions it threw people together haphazardly without regard to consequences.

She had grown up on the neighbouring farm to the Tallow’s and had been friends with them all, especially Jeb. Jeb had been her own age and they had grown up together, playing in the creeks and gullies that separated their two properties.

That had been many years ago now. Everyone had expected they would marry, but Jeb had never asked her. Instead she’d married a boy from Charlottesville and moved here.

One of the Tallow’s must have come to town for supplies.

She heard a sound behind her and turned suddenly. There stood Jeb, the same hangdog expression on his rugged face, his sandy hair flopping down over his cornflower blue eyes.

All the intervening years were stripped away.

Just then her daughter came running up. Her sandy hair and blue eyes gave away her secret.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/June/2018

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50 Word Thursday #3 – Aunties Tales

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. Here is the picture.

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“You had to take your shoes off when you went in and you weren’t allowed to jump on the furniture or tease the cat.”

From Robert Rankin’s Snuff Fiction

Here is my attempt:

Visiting my Great Aunt Ivy was always an adventure.

She was a strict Victorian old lady and you had to take your shoes off when you went in and you weren’t allowed to jump on the furniture or tease the cat.

The cat used to sit on the windowsill, looking even more ancient that my great-aunt.

The house was Victorian, with an addition to the back that had a bathroom and kitchen with running water. The place was littered with doilies and knickknacks like an antique shop.

She was strict but she told the best stories I’d ever heard.

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50 Word Thursday – The Tradition.

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. Here is the picture.

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This is my attempt:

The first thing that he did when they moved into the house was plant the tree.

It was just a small conifer sapling, but it meant so much more.

It was grown from seed from the enormous conifer that grew on his dad’s farm. His grandfather had planted that tree back when his own father had been born.

As he planted the tree in the dry dusty soil, his wife sat on the porch and watched him. She was heavily pregnant with their child and due any day now.

The Family Tradition was maintained; new house, new baby, new tree.

 

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