MAYHEM
‘A beautiful soul’, they said, over
and over, and her father agreed, forgetting the hours he had walked the streets
searching, the money paid in bribes to save her from arrest, in fines when the
bribes no longer worked, and the shame.
‘A dreadful loss’, they said, and her
mother wept, regretting each bitter argument over stolen jewellery and
housekeeping money, remembering only pudgy arms and baby kisses.
To carry her soul to heaven they launched floating candles, which set the forest alight – their daughter blazing a trail of
mayhem even in death.
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A quick story this week again - the only piece of writing I've done in a flurry of painting walls, filling holes with Polyfilla, and a multitude of trips to the DIY shop. Yesterday I spent half an hour crouched beside the toilet. No, I had not over-indulged the night before - I was pushing filler into gaps behind pipes with my fingers because no tool would fit. The joys of moving house!
Thanks to Carla Bicomong for the photograph which is this week's Friday Fictioneers' prompt, and to Rochelle for organising us, despite her own crammed schedule, on https://rochellewisoff.com/If you are on holiday, have a lovely time, and remember to pack a book. I have two on offer - Helter-Skelter, an historical novel which you can buy by clicking on the cover image on this page, and A Volcanic Race, a fantasy, also available on Amazon.
