Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.

A few days ago I reposted a story I wrote  about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:

A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.

Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so I wrote part two here:

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Part Two

But it still wasn’t finished. So here is the finale.

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale

Jane walked down the street from the apartment complex to the main part of town. She heard a couple of guys wolf whistle as she went past. She smiled to herself. Her fifty-year-old body may not be as slim as it used to be, in fact curvaceous would have been a kinder description, but clearly, she still had it. Then she heard footsteps behind her. Angela was walking a long behind her wearing a white sarong dress over her black bikini with a black wide-brimmed hat. She wore stylish espadrille wedges on her feet that gave her extra height. Jane felt a pang of jealousy as she realised the wolf whistles hadn’t been for her at all but for Angela’s stunning twenty-something year old figure instead.

Angela walked up to her and gave her a warm smile. “Hi Jane, are you headed into town too? Do you mind if I join you?”

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Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Part Two

A couple of days ago I wrote a short story about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:

Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so here is part two.

Part Two

Jane opened the door to her apartment. To her relief her husband had managed to wake up, all by himself and judging by the sound of the shower was preparing himself for the day ahead. It was twenty minutes past ten and he’d been asleep since eleven o’clock last night. She had heard practically every snore. She was beginning to worry that he’d gone into some kind of hibernation. She’d always suspected he was at least half bear, he was hairy enough from the neck down. When they’d met he had a good head of hair too, but that had since deserted his head like snow deserted the mountains in summer. He claimed that thirty years of marriage to her had caused it to fall out.

She walked over to her open suit case and took out her travel kettle. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Who is it?” Her husband called out. Who does he think it is? She wondered.

Putting on a bit of an accent she replied “It’s Lolita your Spanish maid can I come in and squeeze your bottom?”

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A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.

I wrote this story a couple of years ago and thought it was time to share it again.

I hope you enjoy it.

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Insipid

Your daily word: Accommodation

The Haunted Wordsmith’s Three Things Challenge:

Today’s things are: caterpillar, silent, hotel

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea

It was a lovely hotel and for once it looked exactly like it had in the brochure. The online reviews ranged, like they normally did, from describing it as paradise on earth to an outpost of hell. Ignoring the two extremes most people had posted that they’d had a positive experience, so she booked. For the money, it was reasonable accommodation.

One of the unexpected things that really pleased her was how silent it was. They had chosen to come out of season. It was the middle of September and so the schools were back, thank heavens. She couldn’t think of anything worse than going on holiday and being surrounded by packs of screaming kids. It reminded her painfully of the fact that she couldn’t have any and also made her feel slightly glad of it.

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Twittering Tales – A Sudden Sun

Photo by Michael Gaida @


For a century they’d lived underground, since the nuclear disaster that blocked out the sun nearly destroying everything.

It took all his bravery to climb up into the ruins. Suddenly, the wind made the window curtains wag. Then, for the first time in a century, the sun shone.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #161 – 5 November 2019


I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Window

The Sun Maiden – A Poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles


This poem was written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, see link below:


With violet eyes like gimlets,

she flies across the sky, 

looking down on all of us,

In splendour from on high.

Her gaze is far from friendly

she sees into men’s souls

and knows that caring for the planet

is far from our main goals.

Most humans pursue Money,

it is their first desire,

and the world can go on suffering,

it’s only cash that we require.

This vengeful maiden of the sun,

Knows that it’s us that is to blame,

So swift and nimble she shines on us

and we’ll soon perish in her flame.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/April/2019


I have also included the following word prompts:




Tell the Story 3 – I can dream, can’t I?

I was tagged to take part in this Tell the Story challenge by the lovely Isaiah46ministries of the blog Help from Heaven, see the post below:

The Warmth and Compassion of Angels

here is the picture provided:

Laying there in the soft sand, the sun beating down on his bare skin, he couldn’t help feel the power of the sun. He had liberally smeared his upper torso with suncream, to the point where he now looked like a ghost. He enjoyed the feel of the suns warmth but he was adamant he wasn’t going to end up with sunburn. Not this time.

This was a far cry from the dark, dingy rainy streets of London, where he had lived most of his life. He worked hard and this was now his reward. It had been a bit of a chore to find the right Island to buy, but he’d found one eventually and now he was content to live out the rest of his life in the sun.

Just then, he woke up. Someone was standing over him, blocking the sun. An affable voice said, “Are you OK?”

“Erm, yes I’m OK, I just fell asleep.” It was a sunny day on Brighton beach but the wind still made it too cold to lay out in without something to block the wind.

The fellow still stood there hovering over him.

“Look, I’m sorry but you’ll have to move, this is my spot, you see. I’m the Punch and Judy man and this is where I set up my show.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He got up and walked carefully over the cobbled beach back to his bed and breakfast. As he crossed the road, he couldn’t help think about the lovely feeling he’d had, laying on his own private island somewhere in the Caribbean. “Well, I can dream, can’t I?” he thought to himself.

The End.

I am not going to pass on this challenge this time, because this is the third one I’ve done in the past couple of days and I don’t want to be a nuisance.

However, if you’re reading this and you’d like to take part in a picture challenge, then you may want to click on this link to another picture challenge that I am hosting, in collaboration with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith.

Have a nice Weekend everyone 🙂


FOWC with Fandango — Affable