Today’s assignment in Writing 101 – Day 19 Assignment: Feature a Guest is actually a feature that I would like to inculcate in my blog posts going forward.
It would be a way of sharing those articles/words that ministered to me during the week, as well as serving the purpose of neighbourly recognition and encouragement.
They could come in the form of quotes, pictures, stories, experiences, anecdotes, recipes, etc.
The idea is to share my own short story followed by the links to the URL’s of those things that captivated my mind, that made me smile, ponder, cook, dance, rant in my mind, inspired and motivated me during the past few days.
He was fathers’ good friend… a short fiction.
He was fathers’ good friend, but he wasn’t mine! Even though he worked very hard to be my friend, his sweetness repulsed me! He would visit a lot of evenings and occupy space with his large frame, guffawing at every joke even those that I failed to understand.
Many attempts did he make to pinch my butt when no one looked. Attempts made to squeeze my budding chest under the pretext of an uncle-y hug. He fooled them all by his pretense to be a good one!
Armful of candies to cajole and sweeten Carols little mind, followed by his clumsy, harsh breathing hugs. As she grew up she knew what it was. The day she found him out for who and what he was, is not one that she cares to remember. Even though the foggy parts of her brain sometimes brings up these better forgotten memories….of a sleepover that turned into a night of pain.
She faltered and haltingly told mother; how she was hurt and she can remember the redness of mothers face. The string of curses that spewed from mothers mouth and her vengeful promise to deal with him.
He came calling again, his cloak of conviviality all annoying Carol’s 9 year old mind and she hid at a distance, away from his treacherous hugs.
Mother gave him good helpings of the casserole (Carol wondered why he never ate in his house, wasn’t he just the gluttonous one, wanting to covet his neighbours goods) and copious doses of wine.
He drank and he drank. Little dribbles and droplets dotted his pale shirt and stood stark like blood.
He left under the haze of wine and thereafter, and was never seen again.
Now and again Carols mind drifts and she wonders whatever became of him. How did mother get the boogie man to stop visiting?
Father seemed sad for sometime. His friend came visiting no more.
The END
The posts that I would like to share because they spoke to me:
Bring in the Light I found this quite inspiring and thought provoking. It is up to you to choose!
Its the little things I simply fell in love with this post! *Hugs* Kelly
The Orchard – Horror story Thrilled and gave me the chills too 😉
The problem was me.. This is a beautiful story Mary Lou 🙂
What value system are you instilling in your children? Am I doing a good job? One always needs to ask these questions.
Anand’s Parodies & Caricatures He brings out the chuckle in me 🙂
Lynz real cooking Easy breakfast fix that the children love and saved me some time too 🙂
Putting Flesh on the bones Thank you Wallace for tips on how to put that story together.
Am I responsible for the actions of my adult children? This got me thinking.
If you are Be the best that you can be! Short and inspiring
Thanks good people. It’s almost weekend
Yay! Dancing Time 🙂
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Well, that gave me the chills–both from the recognition of discomfort and from the mystery of just what the mother served to the brute that made him “disappear.” Intrigue.
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Thank you for finding it intriguing. I appreciate your comments 🙂
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Your story is really intriguing and creepy and the same time! Nice one, Jacq!
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Sorry to creep you out 😉 Thank you
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It’s totally fine! I am a lover of creepy novels, sometimes I love it gross. 😀
It is my pleasure, Jacq!
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Thanks and you are welcome 🙂
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Okay. That was unexpected. What did mother do? A very thrilling post. Once again, congrats to another masterpiece 😀 and thank you so much for the feature, Jacq. ❤
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You are welcome my dear lady. I wonder what mother did 😉
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Haha. Hmmmm.
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People of this sort should be herded on a boat made of rotting wood, and pushed rudderless, oar less, food less into the ocean. Curious…what did the child’s mother do?
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Well, well, aren’t you the blood thirsty one. I second the idea of the herding off too 😉 I honestly wonder what she did 😉
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I think she poisoned him…not enough to land in jail…but enough to keep him on the toilet seat for a week.
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Ohhhkay! Maybe? Stop fishing…;)
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OK Ma’am. Back to the shore.
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Anand’s comment gave me a good laugh. Jacky, thank you for this beautifully told story. What I like is the beauty of your words. The way you weave them and give life to the story. I read it from start to finish without a blink. I think you display great skill in verbal delivery. Honestly, I am dying to know what your mother told that fellow. I admire her courage to protect her little girl. I know daddy cares more about money and connections and what comes with that. Thank God mummy was there to care about what’s more than material, earthly things. Let me not end without saying ‘Thank you’ for pinning my post. I feel blessed. Keep shining Jacky. There is no doubt the sky is your springboard.
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Hello Romanus, strangely, your comment went to my spam box and I only saw it as I was cleaning up. Thank you for taking the time to write such lovely comments. Mother did not confide her secret to anyone, hence nobody knows what she did or said 😉 I appreciate good things when I come across them and your posts are inspiring. I sincerely appreciate your kind words. Amen to your prayer and the best of my regards. Jacqueline.
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Thank you very much Jacky. Thanks for looking into your spam box to pick out useful comments. Your words are nice. I appreciate them. Have a great week-end and my love to your lovely family.
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Wonder what the mother mixed with “good helpings of the casserole” and/or the wine…He must have lain down and quietly died somewhere.
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That is a high possibility that he died quietly somewhere 😉 Thank you so much for your visit and comments. I appreciate it.
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I love your post. 🙂
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I thank you very much for your comments 🙂
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Thank goodness that friend didn’t come visiting any longer! That was a haunting little story, for me, and more so for Carol… and sadly, all too real sometimes as well. Thanks again for sharing my story – so glad you liked it! I am looking forward to reading the others you have linked here too! xoxo
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You are most welcome. I sometimes try to portray what happens around us in subtle but sometimes sobering ways.
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That it was. Can always use more attention as well. 🙂
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Did she put arsenic in the casserole?!!😊
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Who knows 😉
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Wow…That was really scary!!
I don’t understand why they had him over for dinner? And why did he come when he knew that they knew.And why was the father sad? And id the mom poison him???
As you can see the story has got to me,very sad.Pedophile…It is the worst!!!
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I actually don’t know what mother did to him 😉 I think he thought that Carol wouldn’t tell (who knows what was going on in his depraved mind). I don’t think mother confided in father; she just decided to take actions in her own hands and father is sad not to see his friend any longer. Pedophiles are really sick people!
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Yes they are the worst!!!
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I had an uncle like that.
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Horrible man! I knew one pervert like that too 😦
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Interesting and mysterious. Kept me reading with rapt attention until the end. Mother took care of the problem though.
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Yes she did!
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I must admit – I almost stopped reading as my heart broke for little Carol! Glad I soldiered on because I loved the ending 😉
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Yes I love the ending. Honestly, I wish most endings were like that for such ugly humans. Thank you for reading.
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Reminds me of an ol’ great uncle I had growing up…I remember hating whenever he stopped by because he always wanted me to sit in his lap and give him some “sugar” which meant *kiss* and his kiss was always wet and sloppy…yuck. I make sure I never force my daughters to sit in the lap, kiss, hug, touch any grown man they are not comfortable being affectionate with. Doesn’t matter who it is lol
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I know those kind of depraved uncles. They are one of the ugliest set of humans around 😦 Yes indeed, we mothers have to pay more mind to these young ones.
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Ha! Wow! Justice is served, literally;)
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Yes 😉
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Just enough creepy to not be able to know how the mother rid her house of the boogie man, and anything being possible. Great read.
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