From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. – Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.
Last Thursday I launched this weeks 50 word Thursday challenge, that is to write something inspired by this picture and optionally including the phrase underneath it. It has to be in multiples of 50 words up to a maximum of 250 words.
It is still not too late to take part in this challenge if you’d like to, the link is below:
The designer of the statue had intended it to be an advertisement for the community. It represented our fishing industry and also our love for the sea birds that traditionally guided the fisherman to the best catch. He was proud of his masterpiece. He couldn’t possibly envision that some would see it as an obstacle of fun.
Not a day went by when some local hoodlum or scoundrel hadn’t desecrated his statue in some way.
Then came the day when he saw someone had placed a traffic cone on one of his statues arms, he completely lost his temper and went on a rampage, shouting and screaming.
I remember that day clearly. My friends and I were sitting in the main square eating fish and chips when he ran by screaming and foaming at the mouth.
From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him.
I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, we are almost at the end now.
I wish to apologise to readers. I expected this to be the last part, but I find that it is longer than I realised. That’s what comes of writing a story ‘on the hoof’ so to speak, rather than having it all planned out. I hope you will forgive me that there is a little more to come. I will endeavour to have it finished as soon as possible.
If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:
At Audrey’s request to see Lord Halifax, the butler took a deep breath. It seemed to say that he’d never heard such an audacious request before. She was trying to remember the butler’s name. She had after all, dined there on rare occasions. She had been very good friends with Claudia Halifax but her husband had always been an austere man who didn’t like company much. The name came back to her, it was Burroughs.
“He is at home, isn’t he Burroughs?” She asked, hoping that using his name might make him a little more helpful.
“Yes, he is Madam, if you would wait in the hall, I will enquire if he is receiving visitors.”