STRANGER IN TOWN
The saloon sign creaked in the chilly
wind and Brad succumbed to its invitation. A dozen men fell silent as he
entered and ordered a beer.
“Friends in town?” the barman asked.
“No, just passing through.”
“You expected somewhere?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Storm coming – we’ve got beds. You
can get a bath at the barber next door.”
“Guess I could use one,” Brad
laughed, drained his glass and went to get cleaned up.
As the door shut behind him, the
barman said, “Right – who’s first?”
“I’ll have six, Todd,” said the
Sheriff, “Best pies in the county.”
.......................................................................
Friday Fictioneers' prompt this week was so bleak that it made me think of an empty town in the middle of nowhere, and as I know nothing about boxing, I let my mind wander. Hope you like what I came up with.
Thanks as ever to Rochelle for hosting FF on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ and to J Hardy Carroll for the pictorial prompt that inspired us this week.
My alternative thought was to write about the snow we have around our village in the south of England, but that would have involved me posting a picture of the massive bruise I acquired when walking 'off-piste' in search of my own photo opportunity - not a pretty sight! - so here's the photo I took when I'd picked myself up.
AND - for any of my readers who weren't brought up in England, or who have never encountered the wonders of theatrical melodrama, here's a clue to the story behind my story.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweeney_Todd
I like how you took this as a bar--it's easy to imagine this space as a tavern & barber shop too. Shelter from the storm!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your incident in the snow! You may need a pair of crampons if this sort of weather keeps showing up.
Thanks Karen. I wouldn't have fallen - probably - if I'd stayed off that rough track!
DeleteEek! Brilliantly done, Lizy. I loved your take on the prompt.:)
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thanks Susan - I did wonder if I'd be told off for cheating!
DeleteOh! That's plain creepy.
ReplyDeleteMwah-ha-ha!
DeleteYou guys are really getting pelted. We Canadians want to laugh at you but seriously, it's not fair, you're not equipped to deal with it like we are! (And nice shot despite your newly acquired colour.)
ReplyDeleteAs for your story... Love the beginning, am a tad confused as to what exactly they want to do to poor Brad who is unfortunately not expected anywhere...
Perhaps you've never heard of Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber?
DeleteD'oh! Wake up Dale!
Deletea chiller for a chilly season. Nicely done
ReplyDeleteBerry!
DeleteThat was supposed to be Brrr but predictive text got me!
Deletehmmm... i wonder what would happen next. :)
ReplyDeleteObviously my story reference is too obscure unless you know the melodrama Sweeney Todd the Barber. He murdered his clients and cooked their flesh in pies.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteYour weather has made international headlines. We've been seeing reports from all over England, Ireland and Scotland. Actually, I'd rather hear that kind of news than the alternatives. Good story with a pleasant feel.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle - I have just added a postscript to explain my reference to the non-English. If you read that you might not think my story quite so pleasant!
DeleteI didn't get the references but immediately understood the what would happen to poor Brad; disturbing. Reminded me of the movie Cannibal set in Granada, Spain. A prestigious tailor has a peculiar taste for human flesh.
ReplyDeleteRyan
Thanks for reading, Ryan - I have added a postscript to explain - or you could ask Dan. It would possibly encourage him to read some of my writing! He certainly hasn't said anything about reading my book :(
DeleteNo, Sheriff, don't eat the pies!
ReplyDeleteThey make him big and strong!
DeleteThat takes some imagination, to get from that picture to Sweeney Todd. But you nailed it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra!
DeleteUhhh---please don't tell me they're ordering Brad pie? Yikes. A dozen men falling silent--that was really creepy.
ReplyDeleteHope you like creepy, Linda? That's exactly what they were ordering.
DeleteA dozen men falling silent - yes, I've experienced that. I walked into the bar, and everything stopped, everybody looked.
ReplyDelete"Strangers!" was written loud and clear on every countenance.
We left, rapidly.
So you nailed that with your story!
Brad should never have answered those leading questions! As it is, sounds like he's on tonight's menu.
Entertaining take on the Demon Barber!
Thanks Penny. I think we've all been in bars like that.
DeleteNeeds must! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou'd put your name on the list, would you?
DeleteUnwashed? Wonder if the next batch of pies is going to be a bit gamey.
ReplyDeleteThe post script did help, maybe it would have been more explicit if you had put it as "You can get a bath at Sweeney Todd's Barber Shop next door". Flavoursome story.
In retrospect, I shouldn't have been so subtle. I forgot about the transatlantic members of FF.
DeleteHa.. I do not know why I smile, but sometimes even horror is fun.
ReplyDeletethanks Bjorn - glad I made you smile!
DeleteJust when I was about to have breakfast! lol
ReplyDeleteHope it wasn't pie? Heehee! :D
DeleteAha! Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen - I guess you didn't need the PS?
DeleteYikes! I guessed something was going to happen to him, but not what.
ReplyDeleteI have a weird imagination, Patsy!
ReplyDelete