Sunday Writing Prompt 9th June

The challenge this week is

Using the following please write a 500 word fictional story.

3 objects in your current location
The last song you heard
The current weather
A nostalgia inducing scent
A dream fragment

The stench of cigars made her want to retch and ram the foul wad of filth down her uncle’s throat. It wasn’t a par on the homely sweet aroma of pipe tobacco she remembered as a child.
Her mind filtered back over forty years to evenings by the log fire toasting marshmallows and denying all knowledge should Gran catch them. The pipe helped mask the smell of the confection as it smoked on the end of the fork, never quite melting or burning, always perfect and delicious. Grampy Bill was always teasing his wife about how fussy she was and not to worry so much. Her precious china was safely out of reach, old mugs stood on the battered coffee table, and he promised little Nancy would be sure to clean her teeth before going to bed.
The pair of them were such conspirators, even into her adult life. How she missed him.
Now this uncouth male was stinking the place out without an iota of consideration for the Departed, having already stubbed one out on one of Gran’s rosewood saucers.

The rain had at least held off for the service, and people had gathered back at the house where a small buffet had been laid out. Now it was that fine drizzle that could soak you to the skin but you didn’t notice until you had to peel your clothes off.
Nancy sighed at the irony of It Might As Well Rain Until September which filtered softly  through the stereo system, one of the few modern pieces of equipment in the old house.
Grampy Bill had loved Carole King, and Gran had thought it fitting to play her greatest hits CD today.
Nancy leaned against the kitchen wall and closed her eyes, still seeing her beloved Grandfather in his garden, or stooped over his workbench in his shed, or still toasting marshmallows with her as a child.
The tears started to fall silently as she slipped into her private grief.
‘He’s still with me you know,’ Gran said, taking her hand. ‘You can’t be married as long as we were and not be a part of each other. We’re together in dreams, though we can’t touch.
When I reach for him, he fades into the shadows, but he returns the next night. I’ve learned to accept that and he stays longer that way. He promised he’d wait for me, so he’s doing just that I guess………….’
Her voice faltered and Nancy put her arms around her shaking body. It felt so frail and fragile as they wept together.

The stink of cigar smoke invaded their nostrils.
Gran stood her tallest, and said coldly to the intruder
‘Get out! And take that revolting smelly habit with you! Your Dad hated you smoking in the house. How dare you show such a lack of respect today!’
Nancy was stunned by her outburst, and watched her uncle slink into the garden.
Suddenly she could smell pipe tobacco, and the two women smiled.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Sunday Writing Prompt 9th June

  1. wildchild47 says:

    some lovely details and essences Di – apart from the smelly cigar! LOL ~ I really loved this:

    The rain had at least held off for the service, … Now it was that fine drizzle that could soak you to the skin but you didn’t notice until you had to peel your clothes off.

    so evocative and telling – sets a beautiful mood –

    great story for the prompt – 🙂

  2. Sadje says:

    A great story.

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