When Everyone Already Knows Everything – Fiction

I’ve been under the weather for our last two Friday Fictioneers .  I did write a poem – inspired by last week’s photo.  It’s here: Maybe I Like Picasso

Here’s my entry for this week.

When Everyone Already Knows Everything

After Miss Esther died, Vernal was to himself.  He seemed surrounded by a protective aura.  Most of us knew they’d been lovers, but most of us knew better than to say anything about that.  We mostly just waited and let Vernal grieve his own way.

“What should I say at the memorial?” Vernal asked me.

“What do you want to say?”  I replied.  Vernal huffed.

The memorial took place at the town’s woodsy hearth where Miss Esther had held her seasonal celebrations of one sort or other.

“Prescott County was damned lucky to have a witch, like Miss Esther, watching out for us all this time,” Vernal said in conclusion to his eulogy.


photo prompt – © – Rachel Bjerke

24 thoughts on “When Everyone Already Knows Everything – Fiction

  1. Well, the news can’t hurt Esther now, so why not speak out. Probably the whole town knew anyone. Small towns are like that. Well written Ellespeth, and welcome back. I hope you’re completely well soon. 🙂 — Suzanne


  2. Dear Ellespeth,
    Glad to have you back, and I hope good health will continue to be yours.

    Excellent story this week. You wove it with great sensitivity and told us much about Vernal in that last paragraph. Well done.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


    • Thanks, Marie Gail. I like Vernal…I even want, sometimes, someone like a Vernal in my life…someone who knows me inside out.

      I’m still ill with this whatever flu…all passes with time.



    • It does, doesn’t it? I’m trying to pull myself together here and get to reading and commenting. I’m still not well so reading is fine but commenting is a struggle.


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