Two words for nastiness picked from Philip Howard’s
‘Lost Words’, in contrast to Irish crime writer Adrian McKinty, who gave me the
beautiful perse. I pass it to you as small and insufficient
thanks for your comments on my pieces, and on each others’ - so very important a part of this place.
This week’s entries took me to many nasty places,
down alleyways I’m incapable of imagining, never mind writing for which I thank you, and from which I hope
to learn. From a shortlist of four, and by a doubtless bloodstained whisker, John’s ‘Canine Intervention; emerged the winner.
Words
for next week: hare premonition whist
Entries by midnight Thursday
13th July, words and winners
posted on Friday 14th
Well done, John. Magnificent win among a virtual jewel of tales last week. Have to say, it was probably my favourite too.
ReplyDeletegreat news, John, you just seem to get better by the week!
DeleteI concur. Other folks said what I was thinking as well, but I really liked this story!
DeleteAs Luck Would Have It
ReplyDeleteHe voiced the proposition during a game of whist, which he hated but only because he always lost. He despised losing. Everyone thought it was a joke. I knew better. Harebrained ideas were his forte and I invariably went along. It was easier than arguing.
Later, after our guests had departed, he broached the subject again. I had a premonition about this one, not necessarily to my detriment. I have learned to trust my instincts.
Six chambers. One bullet. Spin the cylinder.
He handed me the revolver.
"You first."
That was simply brilliant.
DeleteYes. I have to echo what John said. My first thought was 'look no further for the winner'. I don't doubt others will come up with equally strong pieces but for now I feel outclassed.
DeleteHow I identify with the male antagonist in this. A very, very good story and worthy of such commentary.
Deleteshiver. Oh, the games we play!
Deleteits not always best to go last :)
Deleteclever chilling story, loved it.
DeleteJohn an excellent story and exceedingly worthy selection.
ReplyDeleteI may as well be the first to toss my words into the ring, especially after such a profoundly supported story.
ReplyDeleteWishful Writing
A premonition? I was visiting a dear friend in England; she informed me that two others will be joining us for dinner and whist. She explained the game and it’s similarity to bridge. We’re all friends, meeting for the first time, who share a love of writing, in our souls.
The curious part, their deals always had the Heart Queen as the trump card. My hands, well, I did have the one-eyed royals and suicide King. The rest were better suited as a hares form.
I received commentary after each hand. It’s easier to hear it about my stories.
This sounds like an interesting gathering, indeed!
DeleteI've played bridge with folk who always hold an inquest - so tedious! This well set up, even though I've not a clue what is meant by 'a hares form'
DeleteHares bear their young in a shallow depression or nest of grass, called a form.
DeleteAh ... don't think I knew that. Thank you.
Deleteexcellent. I had no idea either
DeleteI've never understood whist but it didn't spoil a good little tale.
DeleteThis was a nicely composed little vignette with some very interesting observations. I know nothing about the game of whist, but I don't think knowledge was necessary in this situation. Thank you for the "hare's form" information. It's always lovely to find out something new.
DeleteHounds and harings [Threshold 170]
ReplyDeleteWe all three went out to the stable. Cathra’s puppies – Patience, Pontoon, Whist and Rummy – subdued by her absence or some premonition of Law Man’s intent. Patience, the only bitch, whimpered fit to break my heart; I silently implored Raven to stop this massacre.
A sudden rise in exhortation from the front of the house – I’d forgot the Evangelicals – they now banging at the door.
Raven, peremptory, ‘Law Man, my property’s under threat. Best see to that before I find my gun –’
Law Man, reading murder in my eyes, decided discretion the better part of valour and hared after.
A beautifully written short, I easily heard Patience and her whimpering. A most worthy competitor.
DeleteSo much said in this little story.
Deleteanother class instalment, 170? is there much more to come? Hope so.
DeleteSo well written, as always. Love the idea of naming the puppies after card games. Been ages since I'd heard anyone refer to "Pontoon." Used to play it all the time with my Dad.
DeleteCripplegate Junction/Part 104-Bored Silly
ReplyDeleteOn the Sanitarium lawn, the two sisters abandoned their chess match. The Red Queen was missing. Again!
They weren't keen on card games like Whist or Happy Families and lacked sufficient players anyway. Same applied to Ludo.
"I'm bored," said the younger in white chiffon.
"Let's plan a Lewis Carroll party," said the other in red georgette. "Find a Mad Hatter and March Hare. We already have our own Alice and Cheshire Cat...of sorts."
"Don't have a good feeling about that."
"Your irrational premonitions!"
"And where would we hide our Dormouse?"
A momentary silence. Then, in unison.
"Violet's tea urn!"
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To read the earlier installments (a suggestion only) which led to this point in the tale please visit:
http://www.novareinna.com/cripplegate.html
A link to return to "The Prediction" can be found on the site. Thank you.
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You are definitely on a roll this week Patricia! This is delightful on so very many levels.
DeleteAnother well done story to be very proud of. Delightful is an apt description.
DeleteThis is charming.
Deleteno no no... not violets tea urn!
Deleteclever, wrapping it all up like Alice.
DeleteWell at least I see what's at the top of the ladder and can fantasize about it.😎😂
ReplyDeleteChange of focus [243]
ReplyDeleteTear-stained himself, from shock, Aleks accused, ‘Crying’s for babies –‘
Yanno hugged him. ‘Whist, lad! Grown-ups cry. From relief. And gratitude –‘
‘What were you grateful for?’
‘Being alive. But for your mother’s premonition I’d’ve been –
‘No, Yanno –‘ Valdeta’s harebell eyes gave warning.
Mildly, over Aleks’ head, ‘No? If he wasn’t too young to discover Bekim’s perfidy, he’s old enough to know how close to death we came.’
‘So he’ll be all the more eager to leave –‘
‘As you should be! Why won’t you?’
‘Because you‘ve not said you want me for your wife!’
Ah.
No. He hadn’t.
bump ba-bum-bum... or maybe a wa-wa-waaaaah noise ~_^
Deletehere you go again, killer last lines...
DeleteHarebell eyes, I easily pictured them. Yes, a stickler of a last line.
DeleteKiller last line indeed. But that's no surprise given the source. I agree with Jeffrey regarding the "harebell eyes." What a totally innovative use of the prompt word. Since I wasn't sure what the flower looked like, I did a bit of research. Informational Item #2 learned this week!
DeleteKursaal (Episode Seventy Eight) -- "'Not On My Watch'"
ReplyDeleteEven sans greasepaint, Crow's hooded eyes, harelip and elongated skull ensured a visage sufficiently bizarre for any outlandish clown. Regardless, Algernon and Dante adored their master. His training methods, while strict, were never cruel.
"Whist!" he commanded on midnight walks, particularly near a certain cottage. The resolute pups responded with silence and stealth beyond their years.
During such outings, as if by premonition, Lulu (female litter mate and runt adopted by Libby Pepperdyne) would materialize to stand vigil beneath the bedroom window of her young mistress.
Her ominous growls sent Algernon and Dante into a state of unaccustomed trembling.
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To read the earlier installments (a suggestion only) which led to this point in the tale, please visit:
http://www.novareinna.com/kursaal.html
A link to return to "The Prediction" can be found on the site. Thank you.
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What an interesting scene!
DeleteAnd again! - this is so vivid, and so subtly threatening to merit several reads. And that final sentence ...
Deletemaybe not that unaccustomed :)
Deleteit seems to be a week of vivid images already, lots to visualise here.
DeleteNone of this class writing is helping me do a stand alone this week... three have been abandoned already...
Does Crow worry about about Lulu? Loved the setting and descriptions, sans greasepaint was very good.
DeleteSelf-fulfilling word count: 100
ReplyDeleteWritten by Kerry E.B. Black
None would have believed a game of whist could bring about a premonition, but amongst taking tricks and playing trumps (hearts in this case), I experienced a disturbing vision. Blood flooded the drawing room, soaking the carpeting and covering the baseboards. When my partner dealt, red splashed her hare stole. The hems of our opponents’ gowns darkened with unrecognized gore.
Iron assailed my nose and coated my palate until breathing grew difficult. Bright flashes and a high-pitched ringing threatened to disable me. I pushed against a blinding madness. I felt them fight my knife, but my vision would find fulfillment.
What a deliciously described vision. I especially enjoyed 'Iron assailed my nose and coated my palate until breathing grew difficult.'
Deletethat last statement was pretty damn awesome :)
Deletethat's good,like really good.The imagery is superb.
DeleteVisions that come true. Flowing descriptions that bring the vision to life. Well done.
DeleteIndeed! So vivid and frightening.
DeleteThis had a gothic feel to me. I could see it taking place in a mansion...maybe like something of out "Clue." In fact, the whole thing (in my opinion) was very reminiscent of Poe's works. I don't think it's a known fact that blood has an actual distinctive scent. I have a friend who passes out at even so much of a whiff of the smell when nobody else was even aware. The first time it happened, we had no idea what was going on.
DeleteSnap!
ReplyDeletePremonition?
More expectation it’d all go tits up
It’s happened before.
Happened that I’ve fell in love
met enquiring eyes
let them ignite
and assumed
a single night
a mutual flare of pheromones
exchange of body fluids
(saliva, the inevitable)
might lead to fulfilment
family
kids
only to realise
in the morrow’s damp-sheet dawn
I’ve kissed the hare’s foot
more than a day too late.
Never again.
This last one thought
she play her cards right
she could do the same
but whist-trained brain
failed to appreciate
the skill with which
a poker-player
lied until the final card is laid.
felt like giving an "amen" here
Deleteha! this is a cynical look at life, like it a lot!
DeleteMan, sometimes the unfortunate nature of interaction is lost on me until I see it laid out like this. Reading something like this always gives me hope in a weird way. Like if I remember there are things to be improved upon, that a situation isn't stationary, that's the first step!
DeleteSo poetic in substance and thought. And yet another inspired use of "hare." I read this three or four times so I could fully appreciate the message. A single reading is simply not enough.
DeleteAn enjoyable poem and not sure just how cynical it is vs. regrettable of ones actions.
DeleteThe more than a day late was the best line.
Oh, dear, this rings a bit too true, doesn't it?
DeletePost race blues
ReplyDeleteThe two players faced each other, openly glaring.
“I prefer jackrabbit,” the hare said testily, looking at his cards.
“Rabbit, bunny, rodent, you’re all the same.”
“Were not rodents, we’re Lagomorpha now. Christ, you win one race and you think you’re King Shit.”
“I’m having a premonition,” the tortoise said with his claw to his forehead.
The hare yawned and rolled his beady eyes. “I hope your predictions are superior to your whist skills.”
The hare’s narcolepsy kicked in and the tortoise ambled around the table and looked at his opponent’s cards, switching them as he saw fit.
I had trouble deciding what to call the tortoise's front appendage. Claw, foot, hand, paw, hoof... what is it?
DeleteGood question, John. I think I'd say foot ...
DeleteAnd I love the idea of a hare with narcolepsy and a tortoise who cheats at cards.
I just love this. You were looking over Aesop's shoulder when he was working on an alternative way to go, right? I knew there had to be a way to work this fable in there somewhere, but never could come up with anything that suited. Glad I didn't pursue it now. It would have fallen woefully short.
DeleteNot so much a retelling but a reunion. I think Aesop would approve.
DeleteWell, now we know about breading like rabbits, they're unlucky at cards. Nicely written story.
Delightful! Good to know the two kept in touch after the fateful race!
Deletelove this! Very clever. I think I would go with claw, they do have quite long claws and that suits the image well.
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ReplyDeleteLook at you, stiff as a moon-gazing hare. Your fault, you should have known that whistling in a graveyard is Not Good and that superstitions are based on facts, more often than not. You had no premonition of misfortune, if you had, you would not have walked in as you did, the jaunty tune insulting the air and the ears of the willing and unwilling residents. It was almost worth being offended to see the look on your face when the reception committee moved into your pathway.
The moon-gazing hare can go to his sleep if he wishes. You won’t.
I love your respect for souls no longer on this plane. I like the perspective that our activities in a graveyard might be disrupting to the residents.
DeleteOh, this is masterly! And 'jaunty tune' perfect in its throwing into contrast the rest of it, fore-telling or underlining the doom.
DeleteScott: I'm a medium, I work with those no longer on this plane. They often come up with the story ideas... thanks for the kind words.
DeleteSandra, I've been desperately casting around for a stand alone this week, it took an age before I realised whist could go into whistling... idiotic me. Too hot, I think. Blame it on the sun...
Ha! I never even thought of that, or saw it, even after reading yours - was just carried away with the rest of it
DeleteThis was absolutely brimming with what I can only term as "mood." A perfectly set scene and I loved the "hare in the moon" reference (or a "moon-gazing hare"). It never occurred to me to extend "whist" to "whistling." Guess that's the type of thinking that separates the wheat from the chaff. Beautiful job...and you threw us all off the scent by stating you couldn't do a stand-alone this week!
DeleteExcellent setting with minimal description yet maximum effect. Lucky hare.
Delete"Superstitions are based on facts..." How true!
DeleteMabel Inherits the Treasure Map
ReplyDelete“I had a premonition of your demise!” Mabel eked. “We’d better hare outta here.”
“Whist!” I hushed her. The final, fruitless interrogation of Lucky Burkhalter was visible from behind the upstairs newel post. I judged us safe and my cowardly co-conspirator a false prophet. “Do you want to get pinched? If Lucky isn’t, the gold is ours!”
“Where’s Angry Pete? Gone! I saw him drinking your blood, Randolph! Honest!”
With exuberant irony, the men on the floor broke Lucky’s middle finger like an ill-prepared crab leg. Mable slunk into darkness. Pete stomped his boot into my back.
I never listen.
The 'ill-prepared crab leg' especially vivid in this nasty scene.
Deleteoh good one! Nice last line, I'm a sucker for killer last lines.
DeleteOuch...that middle finger reference certainly made me cringe. Great choice of names for the characters, each so unique and easily identifiable within a very restrictive word limit. And, yet another killer last line. This week is overflowing with them!
DeleteOh, good one.
DeleteA nice story with some chilling descriptions, yet my confusion as to who's in the scene. That's on me.
DeleteThe Mad Italian 13.
ReplyDeleteEvery voice that raises itself above the noise of the crowd is a spirit whistling in the darkness, with premonitions of disaster. Without those voices many a law would not be passed, many a tragedy would remain unresolved, many a mystery denied its moment of brilliance. I see great minds, some caught in damaged bodies, trying to educate the world but they might as well be those hares mesmerised by the moon. The day will come, though, when great minds are finally accepted to be right – the problem is that for some it may come too late.
I find myself at something of a loss for words when it comes to commenting on the musings of the "Mad Italian." I hate to be repetitive and yet, week after week, I find myself marvelling at the insight and the impeccable choice of words.
DeleteSuch well-expressed insight that the prompt words disappear - this by far my favourite of this series.
DeleteConcise and ominous.
DeleteListening to voices is an overlooked trait for great writing, be it others talking to us or our own little voices, helping to guide us. I agree, so far, this is the best of this series.
Deletethank you. It didn't come easy, Leonardo left long pauses while he sought the right words, it's the 100 word limit which does that, I do believe.
ReplyDeleteHe visits my publisher/friend regularly, as does Michel Nostradamos. He's busy writing quatrains at the moment and getting freaked out at the prophecies. I just get Leonardo's musings. I think I got the better deal this time.
The Adventures of Rosebud, Pirate Princess #85
ReplyDeleteStanding Into Danger
After my formal scolding in front of the council-for haring about the world with no regard for my poor mother’s nerves-she took me away for “a game of whist.” Of course we had no fourth, or third for that matter. My mother just needed an excuse to get us out of the council room. She’d had a premonition about the unannounced war. I hope she’s wrong, but she never is.
Lovelyb! - no other word for it, and your title, as ever, perfectly fitting - not enough praise is given for them, sometimes more difficult than the piece itself.
DeleteLoved two things, a formal scolding and the no fourth or third for that matter.
ReplyDeleteA very nice episode.