Happy Families – Part two

Yesterday I wrote a short story about the discovery of a secret from the past. This was the story:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/15/a-multi-prompt-short-story-happy-families/

 

This is part two.

 

My poor mother was clearly in no fit state to deal with the issues that had suddenly been dumped upon her. The storm knocking over Grandfather’s tree and exposing a body. The locket containing a key to a box kept locked for who knows how many years. Then finally the revelation of Great Aunt Sally’s diary. It had all been too much for Mother and she descended into tears.

I did the best thing I could do. I helped her into her bedroom, made her drink a glass of water containing her sleeping powders and put her to bed. I sat with her until her chest rose and fell in that steady rhythm of deep sleep. Her body looked so gaunt and frail. She had never been a big eater and living on her own, she clearly hadn’t been eating enough to keep her strength up. Any strength she’d had noticeably ebbed away with the shock of recent events. Her pale hair hung in wispy tendrils around her softly lined face. Her eyes were sunken. She looked more like an eighty-year-old rather than a woman in her sixties. In fact, she reminded me of Great Aunt Sally herself, who’d been eight-eight when she passed. The memory of her, reminded me of that leather-bound book I’d left in her old bedroom.

I walked slowly back down the landing to Great Aunt Sally’s bedroom and sat down upon the bed. A musty smell surrounded me as I sank into that old feather mattress. I picked up the diary. Dare I read this, knowing that it will bring me face to face with some dreadful reality? I knew I had to read on, no matter how dark the journey will be. This was a part of my family history. I prepared myself to amble through the past.

The book fell open at the front page, scrawled with those terrible words my Great Aunt had written ‘Why I killed my Sister today.’

It was clear that these words had been written in some time after the first entry below. Although it was the same hand, the fateful words had been written in a shakier less steady hand but was in clearer ink. The entries below appeared to have been written many years early. The ink was faded and it looked like it had been written in one of those scratchy old-fashioned pens.

The first date was December 25th, 1910.

I received this diary for Christmas and this is my first entry. Emma and I were so excited when we discovered Santa Claus had been. Both our stockings that we’d hung at the bottom of our bed were bulging, but Emma’s seemed to be more so than mine. I was pleased with my Christmas Orange and the walnuts. I had four but I think Emma had six walnuts but she hid two and said she’d only had four like me. We both had gifts wrapped in brightly colour paper and string. Emma’s was bigger than mine, as usual.

Well no surprise that my present was this diary, and I am quite pleased with it, but Emma’s present was much nicer. It was a wooden box carved with animals and the wood smelled so nice. I wish I had that box instead. Emma always gets the best. Just because she’s the elder by ten minutes and she has dimples and I don’t. I hate being a twin. Mother said it’s special being a twin because you always have a friend to play with, but I hate it, hate it, HATE IT.

January 30th, 1910

I am recovering in the infirmary because I fell out of our tree house. They were worried I may have been killed. I remember we were playing, Emma and I, but then as so often happened, she said something spiteful so I slapped her and we ended up fighting again. People may have thought it was an accident, but I know better. Emma pushed me. I heard the doctor talking to Mother, I have broken my legs but they will heal but the doctor said I had internal bleeding of the uterus and as such I may have issues in the future. I can’t say I understand much of the words he used but It sounds impressive. Mother came and sat with me and made a lot of fuss over me. It makes a change from Emma getting all the attention.

I flicked over some of the pages. The childish outbursts and pettiness irritated me. I hadn’t known Great Aunt Sally and my Grandmother had been twins, but I had never known my Grandmother at all. It was clear that not every day had an entry, or every week. Sometimes weeks would pass before something was recorded. As I skimmed over a couple of pages, this resulted in travelling through time by a few years, then another entry caught my eye.

August 21st, 1915.

Our first ball. When Mother had said it was time for us to attend our first summer party I was thrilled and so was Emma. We seem to have been getting on better lately and I must admit it is nice to have someone to talk to and share secrets with. Emma always seems to know just what I’m thinking. We have had new dresses made, in a light frothy lacy material. Mine has green trim around the neck, waist and hem whereas Emma’s dress has red ribbons. As we entered the room people stopped and stared at us. I must admit we looked lovely with our long hair neatly curled into ringlets. I couldn’t help but overhear Mrs Paxton say “Don’t they look adorable” as we walked past. Then spiteful Cathy Anderson said “Emma does, I don’t think green suits Sally at all.”

I would have said something back to her, Cathy with her terrible complexion! The Gall of it, but then I saw them. Theodore and Edgar Taylor. They are twins too! They are visiting from Carolina and we spent most of the evening talking together. What gentlemen and what lovely dancers.

August, 25th 1915

I have lost my heart completely. Theodore Taylor is the most handsome man I have ever met. Of course, his brother Edgar is nice too, but Theodore’s eyes are bluer and he is just a bit taller, I think.

September, 3rd 1915

The most horrible thing has happened. Theodore has asked Emma to marry him. Doesn’t he know I adore him? It was all Emma’s doing. She knew I loved him. Why did I tell her? Why? She set out to deliberately steal him from me. I will never forgive her, never, never, never.

June 2nd 1916

So today was Emma’s wedding to Theodore. I didn’t want to go, but Emma begged me to be her bridesmaid. She even shed tears. She could always turn on those tears when she wanted something. I relented in the end. I felt cold inside watching Emma walking down the aisle and Theodore standing there waiting for her. It should have been ME.

Something, at least, has come out of today. Edgar proposed to me. I was sitting outside the church and I couldn’t help shedding a little tear as Emma and my Theodore rode off in that carriage. Edgar thought I was sad to see Emma go, bless him. He actually got down on bended knee and proposed. I said I would have to think about it.

I don’t love him, but I think I will accept. He and Theodore are very close. Much closer that Emma and I will ever be.

I thought it odd that there was no mention of her own wedding day, I skimmed over the pages but I could see no mention of it whatsoever.

 

To be Continued……..

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/July/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/rdp-46-open/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/amble/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/your-daily-word-prompt-noticeably-july-16th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Memory

 

End Game – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/god/

GOD

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/rdp-44-spoof/

SPOOF

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/your-daily-word-prompt-equanimous-july-14th-2018/

EQUANIMOUS

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/integrated/

INTEGRATED

FOWC with Fandango — Cursory

CURSORY

 

End Game

The world descended into chaos and more and more people refused to agree to disagree, especially when it came to different religions. They argued over which religion was the right one, they accused each other of heresy and used religious difference as an excuse to kill. All religions stated that they must love each other, treat each other with respect and never kill, only that message was ignored over and over again. Humans refused to become integrated within the natural world.

Finally, humankind imploded, destroying most of the world with it.

God looked down on the earth appalled at what had happened to his beautiful creation.

Satan looked equanimous as usual, barely taking a cursory glance. He had won his bet.

“I didn’t think you could do it. I created a perfect world and I never believed that you could ruin it and in such a short space of time. For aeons the world evolved and everything was balanced and then you go and create those things and within just a few thousand years they destroyed everything” God said giving Satan the full force of his stare.

“Well, I admit I only created them as a spoof really. I didn’t expect they’d be quite as brutal as they were. They really were the most easily corrupted beings. I am surprised I won my bet so easily. You didn’t really put up much of a fight” Satan replied.

“We agreed not to influence things directly, we had to work through people. I sent several people to guide them. I spoke to Moses and gave him ten commandments to live by. They seemed to listen at first but then slowly they began to fall by the wayside and so I decided to find out what life on earth was like for myself. I put my spirit inside a child who they called their messiah. He even managed to resist your efforts to tempt him. He gave them messages of peace and love. Over and over again I sent prophets to them with the same message of mutual respect and forgiveness. In the end the very religions that I inspired to bring peace seemed to lead to more war.”

“Yes, you worked mainly through learned and inspired individuals but for every good, kind, intelligent, peace-loving person there are ten greedy, power-hungry people who want to take over the world. My forces always outnumbered yours. You made it so easy, you thought they were created in your image, but really I created them in mine” Satan gloated.

They looked down at the chessboard between them. All the white pieces were lying on their side.

“Fancy a rematch?” Satan gave his best Mephistophelian leer.

“OK, best of three?” God replied. Suddenly, there was a big bang and the world began again.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/July/2018

Cave Tu Autem In Periculo – A multiple Word Prompt Short Story

I hope you enjoy this macabre tale. It is Friday the 13th After all 😉

 

Cave Tu Autem In Periculo

“No, I won’t do it. You know I’m not in the least superstitious but I tell you Suzie, that place gives me the creeps” Said Andy vehemently.

“Andy you’re behaving like a petulant child. I told my parents we’re going and that’s that.”

A lot of people didn’t want to spend time with the In-laws but in Andy’s case it had nothing to do with his Father or Mother-on-law, they were fine, upstanding folk. They didn’t have much sense of humour and were definitely not what you could call fun, but they were quiet, kind and considerate.

They never popped in to visit, which Andy took as being a kindness. No newlyweds wanted their parents or in-laws popping in all the time.

No, they never popped in, but occasionally they did want them to come and stay. He had been putting it off since the last time. He had never felt such fear in all his life.

The noises in the night, the messages on the mirror and the way the paintings looked at you, all convinced him that the place was haunted.

Continue reading Cave Tu Autem In Periculo – A multiple Word Prompt Short Story

A Multi Word Prompt Story – A Longer Visit

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/your-daily-word-prompt-concomitant-july-12th-2018/comment-page-1/#comment-334

 

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/three-things-challenge-12-july-2018/

Today’s things are: tapestry, comedy, Big Apple

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/rdp-42-groove/#like-466

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/solace/

 

A Longer Visit

I went to visit my Mother in hospital. As a rule, I hate hospitals and try my best not to go there. I often send “Get Well Soon” cards or a bunch of flowers, if friends or relatives find themselves unlucky enough to end up in Hospital but I rarely visit.

My Mum, just like me, hated hospitals and I knew she’d expect me to visit and need me to distract her from where she was.

It was a relatively routine operation but I always worried about her. She had the appetite of a flea. I don’t mean that she bit people, well only when they deserved it, I mean she ate very little.

Her idea of breakfast was a yoghurt drink. Her idea of lunch was half a sandwich or a hamburger without the bun. Her idea of dinner was possibly the other half of the sandwich or just a Cup of tea.

Her frailty always made me worry.

Continue reading A Multi Word Prompt Story – A Longer Visit

Are you a good Vintage? – A double haiku

A good Vintage can,

be drunk without the fear of

tomorrow’s headache.

 

A good vintage will,

develop more character

And improve with age.

 

Be a good Vintage.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/July/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/rdp-41-vintage/comment-page-1/#comment-1283

 

Woodland Adventures – A Haiku

In the Dappled Wood,

I Deviate from the paths,

then Adventure starts.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10/July/2018

Inspired by:

The Word of the Day: Deviate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/10/deviate/

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Dappled

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/10/rdp-40-dappled/

 

Favourite Flags of the World – Just a bit of fun.

This is a list of my favourite flags, this is just my opinion based on the colours and design of the actual flag and not a reflection of my views of the actual country, region or people they represent.

I regard flags as a form of art, in its simplest form.

  1. United KingdomFlag of United Kingdom
  2. Iceland Flag of Iceland
  3. Dominican Republic Flag of Dominican Republic
  4. Australia Flag of Australia
  5. Lebanon Flag of Lebanon
  6. Bhutan   Flag of Bhutan
  7. Moldova Flag of Moldova
  8. Uruguay Flag of Uruguay
  9. New Zealand Flag of New Zealand
  10. The Isle of Man

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Well, the Isle of Man is part of the UK, but the flag is pretty great don’t you think?

I hope you have not been offended if I haven’t chosen your nations flag, it is purely my opinion and based on aesthetics or quirkiness alone.

Is there a flag of a region or country that you like, that isn’t your own? Let me know in the comments.

I have updated this post because FLAG is the Ragtag Daily Prompt word of the day.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/rdp-tuesday-flag/