Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Gordon's House ... 50 word story



She didn’t want to move into the new house, but it took until December for her parents to realise why. She’d run to her mother, struggling to explain through the tears. Father Christmas, how… which one…? Her mother laughed. Told her more chimneys meant more presents. That greed was good.

9 comments:

Nik's Blog said...

Oh I like that one; sweetness and bite

Nik

pinkgecko said...

And so they shopped for twenty stockings to hang by the twenty fireplaces. Twenty mince pies and Twenty sherries for Mr and Mrs Money to guzzle after she had gone to bed, sleeping sound in the knowledge that they had fooled Santa. Dreaming of the gluttony of the Yule Celebrations.

pinkgecko said...

I've just realised there weren't quite twenty chimneys.

Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

Dave was too frightened to go in after what had happened before. He would take a different approach. He hauled his long-handled brush up a ladder onto next door's flat roof. Black air rose from the chimney pot, thick with expletives, so he shoved his brush in hard. Done.

Douglas Bruton said...

It was a different view of things. Up there, crawling on the roof, clinging to the stacks of chimneys, looking down instead of up. Crerar saw her crossing the street, small, far below, and he called her name, stood tall as tall, waved. Jennifer didn’t see him. She never would.

Dave said...

This made me laugh out loud ( or LOL, as I believe you call it these days). Excellent.

Sarah Salway said...

Thanks, Nik. I was thinking at first of Gordon Gekko, but the other fits too!

Pinkgecko - you're forgiven, there are at least twenty hundred in total, it's Hampton Court Palace! I have a place kept for you at the Artists Way, btw. Do you want to join? No probs if not.

Kathryn and Douglas - brilliant as usual. You have no idea how happy it makes me that you play too!

And Dave, LOL! IOU a poem.

Nik's Blog said...

Ah! That'd make sense - and it translates, doesn't it? Which must be a good thing.

Nik

Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

Sarah - thank you for letting us play! (even if I wasn't sure which Gordon(s) I was writing about ...)