
Her parlour is crammed to overflowing. I perch uneasily on the threadbare chaise-longue, avoiding the broken spring. Charity-shop portraits, of people who are not her ancestors, glare at me from the flocked wall. Outside, a storm brews.
“Another cuppa, vicar?” she asks.
My eyes sweep the brocaded lampshades, the carved giraffes, and a set of faux-leather-bound books entitled “Great Novels of the Twentieth Century.”
I shake my head and can’t stop. The chiming of a clock, playing Edelweiss, wrenches my neck round, as if gripped by an assailant.
I stand.
“Do stay, vicar. It’s so nice to have company.”
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Dear Neil,
I can imagine what the lady might look like given her surroundings and I can feel the vicar’s mounting discomfort. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Haha! I can see you as the vicar, getting a bit hot under the collar….do stay, poor wee woman!
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He may do something ungodly if he does
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Well, this is about to get interesting. Hot under the collar is he?
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And ants in his pants
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An insightful scene! Seems like an intro to a novel!
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Thanks so much
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A little too stuffy inside. Need that fresh breath of air. Have to get out of there. Love how you’ve set the scene and discomfort. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Terveen
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How very sad. A well written example of the sort of lives most people are said to live. Poor woman. I hope the vicar is inspired to start some form of social club centred on the church. They can be a lifeline, especially for the elderly.
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I think the vicar may be inspired to mayhem
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Ooh he feels like a fly stuck in an eccentric spiders web! Well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Mason
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I can’t say I blame him for declining. One can only guess what is in that cup… I feel the need for a shower now!
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I don’t think he’s going to get away with declining
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I fear you are right…
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A lonely woman, after a Vicar, could he have found a new house keeper. I think not
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Or maybe just a parishioner he hasn’t got the wherewithal to help
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One drank tea in the cuckoo’s nest first came to mind. Then guilt for thinking that. Who is the vicar to look down his nose as this person? I love the descriptions of the room.
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Who indeed is this vicar?
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I think the vicar has a problem. I envision him as a Father Brown type getting nervous. I can sense the room. Well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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Getting vampire vibes here or witchcraft and that maybe he deserves it…. I love the mystery and am playing alternate versions of the story’s continuation in my head. Good one.
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Thanks so much, Anne. I didn’t have any supernatural themes in mind, just a desperate lonely parishioner and a clergyman who isn’t able or willing to help. But a story can take on whole new meanings when it leaves the author’s mind and enters a reader’s
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Not sure if i’m reading this right, but I see a lonely old woman in need of company, probably widowed or made homeless by recent events. Gripping stuff
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Yes, that’s how I saw her
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everything has a price, whether it’s boredom or company
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Thanks, i b
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No way, I’m outta there!
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Resistance is futile
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Such a wonderful description of the scene. I think I may have been there, including the portraits of non-ancestors … just because. Good one.
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We’ve probably all been in that room. Thanks so much., Sandra
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I got an idea that the vicar might not be a vicar. I sensed disappointment that there was nothing obviously worth having among her possessions and I wanted him to overlook a priceless canvas in her collection of charity shop art. The Edelweiss clock chime is a delicious, masterly touch.
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That’s an interesting reading of it, Jilly. Thanks so much
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I can envisage the scene and almost wish I couldn’t! Brilliant Neil.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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If this had happened in America, he’d have heard a banjo playing in the background. 🙂
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Banjos here are associated largely with the 1950s, which would fit the period of the room
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So many wonderful details. I felt the sadness of the room and the woman who just wanted some company.
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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Such afternoons – complete with weak tea and stale biscuits – come with the dog collar. My Pa was a vicar so I know!
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In that case, I hope I got it somewhat right
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LOVE this! Was definitely pickup up a Miss Havisham vibe. 😉
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Thanks so much, Patricia
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Love the title. Very apt.There’s a lack of authenticity in both of these characters, but there’s a chance for the vicar to get real, I think. Poor lady – she’s lost.A thought-provoking story.
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Thanks so much, Margaret. I’m not sure the vicar isn’t lost too, but you may be right
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I meant a lack of authenticity in them as people, not in your portrayal of them 😲. They’re very convincingly portrayed.
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I understood
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he should stay and look around. maybe he could find some collectibles worth millions at the auction. 🙂
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But … he’s a man of God
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I expect the Vicar had decided he had spent long enough on his visit or else he would become one of the collected nicknacks if he stayed any longer. I enjoyed how the atmosphere was built around the contents of the room.
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Thanks so much, James
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I feel his pain, but as a vicar he should have a bit more empathy. The lady clearly is lonely. She’d probably find his taste boring. But with a lose spring threatening his behind, I can understand why he stands. 😀
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You’re right. I think he should show more empathy too
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Great setting, I can well imagine the scene, and also the link with the “Still Life” title.
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Thanks so much
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Creepy. I hope he makes his exit. Reminded me of “Arsenic and Old Lace.”
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Interesting how different people feel differently about the two characters and who they sympathise with. Thank, Linda
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Eeeeep very creepy vibe here. I too would run. The Vicar has the right idea to get out while he can.
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The vicar may lack the strength he needs for his job. Or he may simply be just a man
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Time he made a run for it.
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He’s trying to
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There’s nothing worse than trying to tactfully escape an uncomfortable situation. Well-described scene.
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Thanks so much
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