Tell the Story – The Windfalls

“What’s in the bundle?” the man asked the ragamuffin as he scampered out of the woods with a red spotted handkerchief held over his shoulder on the end of a pole.

“Nuffin'” said the young scamp.

“Well, if’s it Nothing, then why not let me see?” came the man’s response.

Little Charley had seen men like him before, looking all Ritzy in their fancy clothes, but still with a mind to take from those with less swank. He quickly jumped down and through the man’s open legs and ran off up the street.

“Here, come back.” Cried the man. He tried to give chase but the boy was too fast for him. Who’d have thought that a scrawny boy, with no meat on his bones and less strength than a fly, could move so fast?

Little Charley ran down a muddy alleyway between two cottages, away from the main street. Tucked behind the main row of houses was a wooden hovel. It was where his old grandmother lived. She had been poorly and so he had gone to get her a present.

He ran through the door and plonked himself down on the wooden stool in front of the fire.

In her usual chair in the corner, his old grandmother sat puffing at her tobacco pipe. The air reeked with the pungent smell, but it gave her comfort. She was curmudgeonly old baggage, but he loved her.

“What’s that you got there Charley?” His grandmother asked, coughing and spluttering but taking a puff from her pipe despite her cough.

“It’s a present for you, Gran. It’s some of the last windfall apples. I thought they would make you feel better.”

“Ah, you’re a good boy, Charley. A good boy.”

 

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/rdp-friday-baggage/

FOWC with Fandango — Ritzy

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I was tagged in this Tell the Story Challenge by BereavedSingleDad, see the post below:

Tell the Story Challenge

Thank you for tagging me, I do enjoy these challenges.

 

So here is a picture for anyone who would like to have a go at this Tell the Story Challenge: Write a story or poem based on this:

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So this is open to anyone who reads this, likes the picture and wants to have a go. Have fun. 🙂

 

Friday Fictioneers – The Travellers – A Tale in 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

They put down their heavy bundle and sat by the fire to warm their aching bones. The travellers had walked for many miles from the last village and it was many miles more until they reached the next.

There was something primordial about the fire. It took them back to their roots and made them whole again. The strength slowly returned to their muscles ready for tomorrows trek. Maybe, at the next village they will accept them, but if not, they will do what they always did. Sell a few things, buy a few then travel on. Such is Life.

 

 

This was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers picture challenge:

8 February 2019

 

and also included the word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/strength/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/08/your-daily-word-prompt-bundle-february-8-2019/

 

The Kings Last Folly – A Short Tale.

I decided to troll through some of my old posts and I found this story that I wrote some time ago. I thought I would share it with you again. 

 

The King lay dying. 

All the wise men had tried to save him but to no avail.

They had called upon the witchfolk of the wild woods and they came but could do nothing for him.

The men in white came down from their mountain and called down their powers to heal the wisest and noble of kings. 

Nothing had worked. The King still lay dying. When your time came, no force either supernatural or natural could save you.

At the foot of the bed stood the kings three sons. The Eldest was a proud man. He prized strength and determination above all things. He was always victorious in war and generous in dividing wealth among his bravest knights. 

The Second son was bookish and quiet. He prized learning and knowledge above all things. He would spend hours reading and hours debating among his followers who were all-wise and knowledgeable philosophers. 

The youngest son was humble. He neither enjoyed war nor spending all day with dusty books or wrangling over philosophy. He loved nature and the ordinary people of the land. He enjoyed talking to the farmers and the millers and the craftsmen and women about the land. He walked in the woods and befriended the animals. He had no followers as such but was beloved by all who knew him. Including his noble father. 

The King opened his eyes and looked at his sons. How could he leave his people in the hands of one of these boys? Each one possessed skills, but not one of them had everything necessary to be a wise ruler of the whole land. He knew that to be a great king you had to be strong and determined, knowledgeable and learned and also know and love the ordinary people and the land itself. 

The King spoke to the assembled gathering. His sons, the healers and the councillors all dressed in their rich finery. 

“I go to meet my maker. I bestow upon each of my sons a third of my kingdom for each to rule wisely as they best see fit.”

The noble king rested his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes. Within moments his laboured breathing ceased. The king was dead.

The three sons, now kings of their own kingdoms looked sadly at their father’s corpse. They had each loved him. For his strength, his knowledge and for his love. 

“Well, I claim this Castle and the City and its surrounding land. This third will be mine” said the eldest. It was the best part of the kingdom, with the most wealth but with his Knights behind him, the other two brothers could not say no. 

“Well, I will claim the towns to the north, with their mountain monasteries, their colleges and their libraries,” said the second son.

This left only villages, meadows and some wild places for the third son. 

“Thank you, my brothers. Let us each go our separate ways and rule our own kingdoms” the youngest son said.

With love in his heart, he left the city and went to live with his people. 

The three kingdoms did not prosper. It does not take great wisdom to see that they never could. They each possessed only one of the three things they needed to survive. 

The youngest son’s kingdom was first to die. Crushed by the mighty armies of the eldest brother who used his strength and determination to take over more and more of the land. Although the young king had loved his people, he could not stand in the way of violence.

Then too, the second brother’s kingdom fell to the mighty conquering armies of the Eldest brother, for knowledge and learning are wonderful things but they cannot stand in the way of strength and determination. 

When the Eldest brother held the whole kingdom in his hands he felt victorious but this kind of brutal conquering holds no victory. The kingdom disintegrated because without knowledge and learning and without love, a kingdom cannot survive. The strong preyed upon the weak and took everything, but there was less and less worth taking. The land decayed until there was nothing left but the bare bones for the crows to pick over. 

This Kingdom no longer exists. It was destroyed long, long ago.

Only when Strength, Knowledge and Love co-exists in harmony can there truly be a kingdom worth living in. 

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/April/2018

 

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