Thursday, September 17, 2015

Happy Birthday Henry!


This week's word at Sundays Scribblings 2 is  funeral. 

I have also incorporated the 12 words at Sunday’s Whirligig which are birthday, pared, dazzling, weapons, sparks, move, eroding, rot, stumps, resentments, choking and gates. 

My story is inspired by this week's photo at Friday Fictioneers where each week up to 100 folk post their 100-word stories. 


Photo: David Stewart



‘Happy birthday Henry’ said George handing him a tatty map of his overgrown garden. ‘That’s where I buried the weapons’ he said pointing to a cross. ‘Do whatever you want with them’

Beside the rusty gates, amid the eroding stumps, rot and choking weeds, Henry thrust his freshly pared pickaxe.

Sparks flew as he struck metal. He’d found them.

With a dazzling flash and deafening explosion, Henry was no more.

George smiled, his resentments appeased. ‘All those years he thought I didn’t know’

Henry didn’t know about the grenades either. George looked from the shattered window and raised his whisky tumbler.

‘See you at your funeral Henry!’



The Friday Fictioneers frog!

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34 comments:

  1. So glad I stopped by your blog today! This and the previous story are wickedly fun. And I really enjoyed your earlier photos. Best wishes!

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    1. Darla, thank you so much for your loyal support.It's much appreciated.

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  2. Oh no! What did he do to deserve that?

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    1. Only George knows that and he's not letting on!

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  3. Poor Henry. That was quite a birthday present.

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  4. Oh dear. Happy birthday Henry :-(. I'm guessing he was seeing George's wife maybe? And it'll all go down as an "unfortunate accident". Great story!

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    1. You are probly right on both counts! Thanks Alistair

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  5. Wicked and dark indeed. I enjoyed this story!

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  6. What in the world made you think of that? lol
    Never mind..I don't want to know.

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    1. A couple more whiskies than I should have had?

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  7. Good story, Keith. That's certainly revenge served cold. Chances are he'll get away with it also. Well written with good dialogue. :) --- Suzanne

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  8. The way you have presented it is like an excerpt ..from the last pages of your full story. The mystery ends here.. But it started from somewhere and we all would like to know. Good.

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  9. The sweet taste of revenge *evil grin*

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  10. ....die by the grenade! Cheers Mick.

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  11. And the moral is never receive favours from someone you have offended in the past. Clearly burying the hatchet (or grenades) can have unexpected repercussions.

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  12. Dear Keith,

    That was quite a birthday present for Henry and a lot of melding together of prompts.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. As I said before, I'm not a great fan of combing prompts but these fitted together just perfectly - and saved me some time!

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  13. Ouch - now that is a blistering revenge - just deserved..i suppose we will have to ponder...as is always the pleasure with your stories

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    1. Thanks so much for your kind words - you say the nicest things.

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  14. Wonderful story with a wickedly funny subject matter. I loved this!

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  15. George is not to be trifled with. I wonder why Henry was after the weapons in the first place.

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  16. Heavens!! I wasn't expecting Henry to go up in a flash!

    Pared

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  17. I don't think Henry was quite expecting to go out with a boom on his birthday!

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