Sarah Ann Hall

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OLWG #29-32 – Mabel and Marvin Take Tea

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2018 has not started well in terms of keeping on top of things…. Here I am responding to four weeks of New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. All 12 are listed at the bottom. There’s one I couldn’t incorporate into my scene below. Any suggestions on how to include it are very welcome.

Thank you to Thom Kerr for providing this challenge each week.

 

Marvin and Mabel Take Tea

Mabel and Marvin sit in a plush red leather banquette. A pot of tea and milk jug sits between them; they each have cups, and a plate of gooey Death by Chocolate cake oozes in front of Marvin.

Mabel: Is it good?

Marvin: It tastes just as deadly as it looks. Do you want some?

Mabel: Over-rated rubbish. You’ll need CPA after eating that.

Marvin: You mean CPR. And I won’t. Why don’t you try some? There’s enough to share.

Mabel: No, I want you to tell me all about Melissa.

Marvin: Mother she’s wonderful. My ideal woman. Petite, red-headed. She sings like an angel.

Mabel: You met her at choir?

Marvin: That’s right. She joined last term. I loved her from the moment I saw her. I thought she’d be out of my league, she is so pretty. And she’s as tuneful as a songbird. Listening to her practise is like hearing the birds at dawn.

Mabel: Tell me more about her, less about the singing.

Marvin: She’s got blue eyes and freckles. She’s always smiling. She works as a teacher; has one brother who lives up north. Her parents are local. She loves running, reading, tanning and singing.

Mabel: And how old is she?

Marvin: Thirty-five.

Mabel: Really? That old? I’d’ve expected you to go for someone younger. Or at least someone with the prospect of giving me grandchildren.

Marvin: There’s plenty of time for that.

Mabel: I’m beginning to think you don’t want them. Children I mean.

Marvin: We don’t have to. There are no rules.

Mabel: Yes there are. We are born, we get together with someone to have kids, and then we die.

Marvin: Mother, this may sound hard to believe but it doesn’t have to be like that.

Mabel: Your father was just the same. The way he hitched up his trousers I thought I’d never conceive. His little swimmers were always overheating and dying in all that constriction.

Marvin: [Stares speechless.]

Mabel: Don’t look at me like that.

Marvin: Like what?

Mabel: Like I drive you nuts and you hate me. My heart is pierced like daggers.

Marvin: Mother your heart is so hard it would take a diamond tipped ice pick to penetrate it.

Mabel: I wonder sometimes if they swapped you in the hospital. I don’t believe you can be my son. And soon I’ll be old and then I’ll die and I won’t have rocked your baby in my arms.

Marvin: Can we change the subject?

Mabel: Sure.

Marvin: How’s Auntie June?

Mabel: Oh she’s good. Since she went on the HRT she’s been much better. She looks like an impeccably dressed transvestite these days.

Marvin: Mother!

Mabel: What? I’m only telling the truth. Auntie June has always looked like a man. Now she looks like one who used to be a woman, which you have to admit is better considering she is a woman.

Marvin: Okay, maybe you’re right.

Mabel: Next question.

Marvin: I don’t have any.

Mabel: Neither have I.

Marvin: Shall we go then?

Mabel: I haven’t finished my drink.

Marvin: Oh, I have tea too.

Mabel: And cake to finish.

Marvin: Please have some mother.

Mabel: Strange but true, but when I say I do or don’t want something I tend to mean it.

Marvin: Fine, have it your way. But I might be a while. It is very rich.

Mabel: I can wait for the moment. And if you take too long, you’ll be paying the bill.

 

 

  1. Neither have I.
  2. An impeccably dressed transvestite.
  3. The birds at dawn.
  4. Really? That old?
  5. Was she really invisible?
  6. Just as deadly as it looks.
  7. pierced like daggers
  8. CPA
  9. Strange but true
  10. hitched up his trousers
  11. there are no rules
  12. oh, I have tea too

 

Go ahead and dive in,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

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Written by Sarah Ann

January 12, 2018 at 3:30 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 13/2/15 – The Village Green

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Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry.

At any point during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

 

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and the photo this week.

 

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

The Village Green

(Genre: General Fiction, 99-words)

There is a patch of green outside my window. As kids we chased balls across it between picnics. Marcie and Ian got married there, inviting all to share their joy from tables laden with buns and wine.

The lawn hosted concerts, dances, feast days and political rallies before the plague came. Tents were erected then; people queued up to be inoculated and left with hope.

When the nursing station closed, a pit was dug through compacted mud. Turf was laid over bodies failed by experimental treatments.

There is a patch of green outside my window, where no one walks.

 

Friday Fictioneers

Written by Sarah Ann

February 14, 2015 at 8:00 pm

#Trifextra: Week 82 – Bedtime story – Rosy’s Weekend

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This weekend Trifecta asked for a 33-word bedtime story. I asked hubby for his thoughts and he went along the traditional route – The snow falls. The bear curls up to sleep. The huntsman aims his rifle. Trifecta didn’t want any shocks or bogeymen, and it’s too short, so I had to try a little harder. Hopefully mine isn’t too syrupy.

 

‘The editors of Trifecta are tired.  Hectic summer plans, last minute school shopping and prep for courses of our own have us drifting off in front of the computer.  Any millisecond we can shave off of our busy schedules could potentially improve the quality of our lives as well as the lives of those around us.  This weekend, we’re enlisting your help in shortening our considerably lengthy bedtime routines by giving us a children’s bedtime story in exactly 33 words.  It can be an old favorite reimagined or a work that is entirely your own.  We only ask that your story not leave our kids with visions of the boogie man dancing in their heads.  These tired bones thank you in advance. ‘

 

Remember:

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.

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Rosy’s Weekend (33 words)

Rosy wakes early every weekend. She fills her days with play, beast hunts, muddy footprints, dog chasing, burning toast, baking, smiling and laughing. She goes to bed tired, sleeps well and dreams happily.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

August 25, 2013 at 7:43 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 12/10/12 – Siesta

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Each Wednesday Madison Woods publishes a photo prompt to encourage writers to create 100-words of poetry or prose. Each Friday the Friday Fictioneers publish their stories. Click below to read the others.


 

Photo courtesy of Jan Morrill

Siesta

Two boys looked down on their sleeping village. Hard baked walls shimmered in the glow of a lunch weary sun. The road below, cut through houses like a slice from a loaf, was empty of life.

Above them an aeroplane scored vapour trails across the perfect blue.

‘Where are they going?’

‘What’s it like to fly?’

The thunderous engines failed to smother the lilting chirrup of cicadas.

‘I’m bored.’

‘Me too.’

‘Time to wake everyone up?’

Grinning, stumbling with laughter, they jogged to opposite corners of the roof. Arms raised, they charged, dustbin lids at the ready.

Written by Sarah Ann

October 12, 2012 at 6:13 pm

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