50 Word Thursday – A late entry

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This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam who stepped in to rescue the day when I forgot to post.

Click on the link to see her original post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/50-word-thursday-85/

Here is my entry:

The scene was idyllic, like out of a dream. Ironic because he’d been caught in a dream for most of his life. Dreams can be lovely or they can be hell. This dream had been a nightmare of his own creation.

It was one of those difficult messages that was so hard to take in, the hardest lesson of all to learn, that our lives are really the legacy of our own actions or the result of our inaction to change it.

Once he had been reminded of this fact he had taken action, finally and removed himself from the situation. He had climbed out of the window and to all intents and purposes, disappeared.

The nightmare was over and here he stood in paradise on the banks of a river.

A young man walked over to him.

“Hey, would you like me to row you across to the other side?”

He ran his gnarled hands through his wispy white hair and smiled at the young man who reminded him so much of himself before his life had taken a turn into the dark.

“Yeah, why not” he replied and let the young man guide him gently into the boat.

[200 Words]

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/19/reminded/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/19/rdp-wednesday-legacy/

Twittering Tales – Hidden Legacy

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com

 

They found the letters to her lawyer in the old station wagon, in a battered chocolate tin shaped like a carousel.

Covered in dust and cobwebs after the extensive search of the house and yard, he sat down to read them.

His wife called out “Did the old bat say where the Money is?”

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, Click to the link below to see her post. Why not have a go at this great challenge?

Twittering Tales #134 – 30 April 2019e

 

I have also incorporated the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/29/money/

FOWC with Fandango — Wagon

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/04/29/three-things-challenge-pl75/

Today’s prompt: lawyer, carousel, chocolate

What He Accomplished – A sad tale inspired by Friday Foto Fun photograph.

This story was inspired by this photograph and the challenge by Calmkate of Aroused, see link here:

Friday Foto Fun – Romance

It was also inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/11/accomplish/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/11/your-daily-word-prompt-photograph-january-11-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Enmity

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/11/rdp-friday-letter/

What He Accomplished.

With a photograph in one hand, a letter discarded on the floor by her feet, a memory to be cherished in her mind and her heart completely broken, she slumped in her chair and cried.

The photograph was of the bridge that they had first met in those heady days before the war.

The war that had now taken everything away from her. Almost everything. As she thought of the war, it filled her with a surge of enmity towards this thing called war, far greater than for those poor fools that had tried to invade, impelled by their own leadership and whipped up into a semi-religious fervour.

She’d only skimmed the words of the letter but already they were emblazoned on her mind, never to be forgotten.

Madam,

I regret to inform you of the death in action of your husband, Captain Mark Thompson. He died ensuring the enemy failed to capture our major seaport and as such, I hope that it gives you some comfort to consider how much he managed to accomplish and that he died a heroes’ death.

Yours Faithfully,

Sir Reginald Compden

Deputy Minister of War.”

The words ‘how much he managed to accomplish’ were particularly bitter.

She glanced out of the window to see a small boy running along the lawn playing with a wooden hoop.

He had his father’s sandy hair and blue eyes.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/January/2019

Her Legacy – A multiple word prompt short story.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Only a trace remained of her former beauty. She had been beautiful once and young.

She reflected how temporary both youth and beauty were. Evanescent. Here today then gone before you could appreciate them.

She had wanted to be a great actress or a model, but she had never been able to reach the heights. She always looked like a pale imitation of the real thing. A pastiche of a famous star. Some people had said she looked a bit like Elizabeth Taylor. She had dark hair like her but her eyes were just blue not violet like that famous screen siren’s.

She resigned herself to her fate, she would never be a great actress or model and gone were her youth and beauty. She wished now, she had cultivated her mind instead. That was something that seemed to last a bit longer.

Well never to late to start. She clicked onto the website of her local college and enrolled on a course.

Then she returned to babysitting her three gorgeous grandchildren. They were her legacy after all.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/rdp-35-trace/

Trace

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/your-daily-word-prompt-pastiche-july-5th-2018/

Pastiche

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/evanescent/

Evanescent.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/July/2018