That Summer – Fiction

Time for another installment of   Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the froggy link (after this piece) and come join us!

This week’s photo is given by  © Roger Bultot.

fire-roger-bultotThat Summer

Between the Blessed Mary devotional candles and patchouli incense, the town’s never known what caused the fire at Miss Lucy’s place.

Just as she’d done every year, Miss Lucy put up flyers in the local cafes and holistic shops:  Come To The Summer Solstice Seance.

“Let’s not go this year, Niles,” Sadie said to her husband. She was cooking red beans and making corn bread.

Niles looked up from his magazine. He sniffed and walked to the kitchen window. Smoke was coming from Miss Lucy’s living room window.

“What’s that smell?” Sadie asked.

“Just an early summer,” Niles replied.


27 thoughts on “That Summer – Fiction

  1. I enjoyed reading your amusing little story, Ellespeth. Niles’ blasé attitude to the burning house is excellent … he obviously didn’t like seances anyway. I also like the image you create in your opening sentence.


  2. Poor Miss Lucy. I think Niles better pay more attention to the house next to his being on fire. Flames are liable to leap across to his. He should check to see if Lucy’s okay while his wife phones the fire department. The house he saves may be his own. Well done, Ellespeth. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  3. Oh, poor Miss Lucy, the name alone suggests a lot of back story. I hope she is all right. Niles certainly wasn’t one of her fans. Great take on the prompt.


  4. Dear Ellespeth,

    What a delightful conclusion. I am still laughing at the deadpan line delivered by Niles. He really must not have liked the seances. I, on the other hand, love this story. Good job.




  5. Dear Ellespeth,

    Looks like the Seance might be cancelled this year. 😉 One suggestion…”the town never knew…” might be stronger than “town’s never known”…

    Good story. You left me laughing.




    • Thanks, Sandra. It’s another one of those ‘late nights’ for me…trying to hit the sack but not quite there.

      I actually prefer when things get out of hand. I could do without the fire parts, though.


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