Manic Monday’s Three Way Challenge and other Word Prompts – Fire is Cleansing.

This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge, I am aware that Monday is but a dim and distant memory, but better late than never. 😉

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You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

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The Word: Reverence

Other word prompts include:

FOWC with Fandango — Repress


He stood gazing in reverence as the golden light bathed his face.

He had done something he had been meaning to do for many years.

He had finally cleared away the dust of the past. He had been meaning to renovate that dingy old house. It was full of memories that he no longer wanted to repress, but they were part and parcel of who he was.

Instead, he’d decided to torch the place.

He couldn’t help admire the beauty of that wonderful bonfire as it engulfed his past and delivered him from his own private hell.

The policeman put an arm around his shoulders and lead him back to the car with its blue flashing lights. He wasn’t afraid of the consequences, his memories had held more fear than anything he was likely to face and he was free of them now.

Fire is cleansing.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/November/2018



Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Healthy, Energetic Walk.

This story was inspired by the following Word Prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Gullible

Today’s things are: blister, frown, opera

A healthy, energetic walk. 

“There’s no need to frown so much, this fresh air won’t kill you, you know” Patsy said to her out of breath husband.

“Well that’s easy for you to say, you don’t have a blister on your foot” replied Kevin, rather acerbically.

Patsy had no sympathy for him. It was his fault she booked this mountain walking holiday in the first place. It was in a spirit of renewal. She wanted to recapture their lost youth and vigour.

She’d asked him whether he still found her attractive. She’d had on a skimpy negligee and had sashayed over to him as he sat on the bed in his Y fronts.

“You have a figure an opera singer would die for” He’d responded. That had rather dented her mood somewhat.

Ever since she had been on a strict diet and had ordered one of those special exercise machines off the telly that say they guarantee you’ll drop a dress size in three weeks.
When it had arrived Kevin had sneered at her.

“You’re always so gullible Pats, you know these things don’t work.”

Despite being on the diet for a month and using the new exercise thing for two weeks, she didn’t feel thinner. The only things she’d lost was her temper, several times, at everything from passing salesmen to her husband. She’d even shouted at her sister down the phone. Well, Kathy was only two years younger and had always been as thin as a stick. Plus her and her husband were always jetting off on holidays or cruises. It was her sister offering her friendly weight-loss tips that had made her blow her fuse. She’d told her exactly what she could do with her celery and wished a monsoon would ruin their next cruise to the Bahamas.

As she went over it all in her head, she sat down on a rocky outcrop over looking a mountain lake and started to cry.

Kevin sat down beside her, put his arm around her and held her close.

“Ah, Love, there’s no need to cry. My foot doesn’t hurt that much” He said trying to console her.

“It’s not that you silly fool, It’s that I’ve been starving myself on this stupid diet and doing all this exercise and I still don’t feel any slimmer” She said crying into his track suit top.

“Look, love, I love you, whatever you look like. That’s to say, you always look lovely to me. I love you just the way you are.”

Sometimes his tactlessness was just the thing to make her laugh. Even when he was trying to make her feel better he managed to put his foot in his big mouth. Her cries turned to laughter and she smiled up at him. His brow was all sweaty from climbing up the hill and he looked ridiculous in that track-suit.

“There, Love, that’s better. Why don’t we just go and find the nearest pub and have a nice meal? What do you say?” Kevin said, looking at her with those puppy dog brown eyes that she’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

“OK, you’re on” She said, her stomach rumbling at the thought of fish and chips or Pie and mash, all the wonderful offerings available in your typical rural pub.

As they started down the hill, they both seemed to have a spring in their step. The thought of the pub had made them feel a lot more energetic for some reason.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/August/2018