Sunday, August 16, 2009

The dinner party

This week at Sunday Scribblings we are to write about a fictitious dinner party.

For the best part of a lifetime the words of Phaedrus lived inside Mike's head. The words were written 2000 years ago, yet they could have been written yesterday. They could have been written especially for him. ‘The old knives that have rusted in my back I drive in yours’.

For the best part of a lifetime Mike had been the victim of taunts, deceit and scorn. Quite what happened I know not, but suddenly some kind of higher being scooped him up and promised him that his time had come. Time to reap the revenge he so deserved.

He’d lived in the area all of his life. He’d walked in the woods since he was a child yet he’d never before seen the crumbling gothic bastion he saw before him that day. The rusty iron gate was open, a chain and padlock swinging from the bolt. An irresistible force drew him in, along an overgrown avenue and through the sagging doors of Hades Hall. He found himself descending a flight of stone steps and entering a grey cellar illuminated by a dozen flickering candles. A table was set along the length of the room. It was covered with a white cloth and adorned with gleaming cutlery and sparkling crystal glasses. There were huge vases of white lilies and in the centre sat the skull and twisting horns of a deer.

A voice inside his head told him what he must do. The scene was set. All he needed now were the players. Seven people were to be chosen, and seven people were to each receive an invitation. An invitation they were strangely powerless to refuse.
.Childhood for most people is a precious time, but for Mike it was a time when he was bullied and isolated from his peers. One boy in particular made his life a misery, and one of his teachers persuaded him that he was worthless and inferior. They were both invited.

His real father had died when he was quite young and his mother remarried. His stepfather abused him both mentally and physically and when he went to his mother for comfort she accused him of lying and punished him severely. She died believing that everything he’d said was nothing more than attention seeking. He couldn’t blame her. After all her man could be very persuasive. But her man was to be one of the seven guests at the table tonight.

It came as a complete surprise to everyone when Mike married. His young wife was an outsider but she made sure she integrated herself into village life from the day she arrived. His parents had been comfortably off and somehow she just knew that when Mikes mother died he would be heir to a small fortune. She gained a somewhat unsavoury reputation in the village. It seemed that there was hardly a young man in the area had not fallen prey to her not inconsiderable charms. Mike knew of course but was too weak to do anything about it. When his mother eventually died his wife made off with more than half of his inheritance, plus the boy from the blacksmiths. But tonight she would be back. She was powerless to resist.
There were three more places to fill and he chose one person from each of the last three decades, someone who had taken advantage of him, ignored him or made him feel inferior. A place was laid for the bank manager who tried to help himself to the money entrusted to him in the hope it would go unnoticed. There was place for the so-called friend who had tipped a beer over his head in the pub one night. He did it for no other reason than to get everybody laughing at our sad victim. It was not to be forgotten.

The seventh chair was to be taken by the counsellor who he’d had by his side for most of his life. The counsellor had done nothing to help him. If anything he’d made him feel even more inferior. It was obvious that to him the regular meetings were an unnecessary chore and a waste of time. It didn’t go un-noticed and the counsellor was to join the others at the table tonight.

The night arrived and the guests assembled in the cellar. A ghostly looking master of ceremonies rapped three times on the table then asked everyone to take their place at the table. A fleet of waiters carried in platter after of platter of delicious food and the wine flowed.

Mike stood up and banged the table with the back of a spoon. All seven people stopped talking and stared in his direction. ‘The old knives that have rusted in my back I drive in yours’ he said. It was greeted with mocking laughter, then the seven got back to their talking.

Nobody noticed him slip away. So intense was the conversation that the locking of the doors and the sliding of the bolts went unheard. So did the sound of his laughter as he walked through the gates, locking them behind him, then into the woods. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. Hades Hall was no longer to be seen.
Perhaps it was never there. Maybe this was all a dream. But he still held in his hand a bunch of rusting keys. At least, he did until he tossed them into the stream. A distant clock struck midnight. The day which was about to start was to be the first day of the rest of his life. A new life. Mike's life.


  1. Very good...I like it.


  2. I love it! And then I picture him riding off into the sunset to lead a new charmed life, his poisoned past buried once and for all.

  3. Kieth you spin great stories. loved the retribution. I would have never came up with that ending. great write

  4. A bit of Mike in all of us...

  5. Awesome story, superb writing! It is said that revenge is a dish best served cold, and it was certainly served well at your dinner party!

  6. award winning fantasy and wow thanks for the invite :D

    Pop Comes the Baby

  7. Ooooh, I could think of a few people to invite to a dinner like that. Nah not really Keith. Good story though and a different twist to the prompt.

  8. As always, I am out of words...

  9. I'm glad I'm not reading this in a dark room with windows surrounding me. Brrr this is a fantastic chill of a read. Okay when is your book coming out??

    Wonderful Keith.



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