A Truthful Mirror – 100 words

They’d spent a fortune on building the house. They’d built on a new wing, added balconies and white columns. Inside it was even more opulent with marble halls and a sweeping staircase with a gilded wrought iron bannister.

She’d purchased an antique mirror, the owner had told her it was magic, she paid through the nose for it, but didn’t believe it for a minute.

She stood outside her new mansion, paid for by the man she’d never loved, and looked into the mirror. It reflected the only true home she’d ever had. The plain shack she’d grown up in.

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of Dawn M. Miller

31 August 2018


A Multiple Word Prompt Story – Her Little Precious One.

This story was inspired by the following word prompts.


FOWC with Fandango — Unknown




Today’s things are: mirror, submarine, octopus

Her Little Precious One

As she played with her little boy in his bath, she sang a song that her grandmother sang to her as a little girl. The origin of the song was unknown. She had tried to find out where it came from but couldn’t find it at all on the internet. Maybe her grandmother had invented it herself.

Her chubby little bubba was splashing around in the water, playing with his little submarine and the toy octopus, smiling and giggling away.

“My little precious one, so special and so small, one day when I am gone, you’ll be the handsomest one of all.” She changed it from prettiest one, that’s what her grandmother had sung to her.

Her baby boy was precious. She had tried so many times to have a baby. She’d had three miscarriages and one still birth. Then when she was forty-four and the doctors were worried that she’d be too old to carry full term, she had finally given birth to her little miracle. She had paid for artificial insemination and donated sperm. Who needed a man anyway? Her husband had left her for a younger woman who then proceeded to give birth to twins, just to rub it in. Well he was happy now with his new family. She didn’t need him anymore. She had her precious little baby and he was perfect.

She picked him up out of the bath and dried him off gently with a towel. His blue eyes found her face and he smiled up at her. She kissed his little tummy and made noises against it, making him giggle and laugh.

Carrying him over to the cot and laying him carefully on his back, she sang her little lullaby again.

“My little precious one, so special and so small, one day when I am gone, you’ll be the handsomest one of all.”

He yawned and closed his eyes and fell asleep as she looked down at his angelic little face.

It had turned out the doctors had been right. She couldn’t carry a baby at all but later, when she’d trained as a nurse and got a job in the maternity ward she’d found the perfect opportunity.

As she left the room, she caught her face in the Mirror. Her dark brown hair had more than a few grey hairs around her temples. The brown eyes looked at her and they reminded her so much of her Grandmothers. “Shhhh” she said in a whisper, at her own reflection “no one need ever know.”

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/July/2018

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Introducing a Lady – Short story.

This is for the word prompt: INTRODUCE

see here:



and also the Word Prompt: MIRROR

FOWC with Fandango — Mirror

and also the Word Prompt: DREAM


This story also teams up two characters that I created in a previous collection of stories I wrote called Death of a Notable.

See here for the first one if you want to read more:


Audrey Patterson arrived at the Dorchester and presented her invitation to the military looking gentleman at the door. 

As the entered she couldn’t help but stop to check her appearance in the large mirror.

She was wearing one of Dior’s new look gowns, a flowing but suitably demure concoction in dark plum. It was similar to something Princess Margaret had worn a few months ago for the Debutante’s ball but being much younger, hers had been off the shoulder. Audrey was getting too old to kid herself that an off the shoulder gown would suit her tall and willowy frame. She had now passed the mark of sixty and though she wasn’t one to dwell on age, she had to make a few concessions to it. 

This was a private function given by the American embassy for people who had helped the war effort. She herself hadn’t been much use, but her husband had been one of the top scientists working for the British government and it was in his honour that she had been invited. He had been knighted in the Kings honours list but both he and the king died the following year. Now she was left with the title of Lady and her memories of her dear, devoted and loving husband. She still would dream of him, quite frequently although it had been three years now since his death. 

Continue reading Introducing a Lady – Short story.