ANOTHER YEAR

Back on the usual spot. It’s nice to get out of the dark box in the attic.

The first minutes were rough as always – turned upside down, shaken around, played with like a toy, before being settled on the mantelpiece.

The youngest is tall enough to reach me now, so I had a couple of rude awakenings, plucked from my perch at risk of being dropped, until the parents came to my rescue.

A nice tree this year. I wish I could smell the fresh pine, but I’ll settle for the gentle glow – new lights I think. There was lots of laughter while the tree was decorated.

It was only on the big day itself I noticed mother crying. Later on Grandad turned up on his own. I assume it was old age and nothing worse, but the day was lessened without the presence of Granny.

There were more presents than ever. The youngest got a small drum kit from Uncle. The parents weren’t thrilled. Even through water I can hear the vibrations when he starts banging.

It will be back into the box soon, forgotten about until winter returns. I can’t wait to be shaken upside down again.


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THE HOBGOBLIN’S FEAST

After seven days he came upon a clearing in the forest.

Ten small hutches had been made, with moss and twigs for roofs, arranged in a circle around a campfire.

‘You have been busy,’ he said, poking at the dying embers. They were still warm, they couldn’t be far.

He raised his large nose into the air. It was there faintly, the scent he had been following. The smell of tasty little children. The hobgoblin licked his lips.

‘I’m coming to get you,’ he shouted and set off through the trees.

Samuel watched the hunched figure disappear. ‘It worked,’ he whispered, ‘he’s gone the wrong way.’ He shimmied down the branches to the ground. The others followed.

‘What now?’ Nathaniel asked. Samuel looked at the rag-tag bunch, all dressed in the pyjamas they had been wearing when they were taken from their beds.

‘We have to find our way out of the forest. Come on.’

They turned to leave.

‘Hello children,’ the hobgoblin stepped out from behind a tree. ‘Not so smart after all.’

He swiped with his large net, capturing Samuel.

‘Run,’ Samuel cried. The others scattered.

The hobgoblin sneered at Samuel. ‘I’ll get you one at a time if I must.’


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MOLLY

She stood at the window looking out at the harbour.

They told her to give up. They told her there was no hope. Years had gone by.

They’d lost her Molly once before when she wandered off into the woods and didn’t return. She was found the next day in her bivouac of branches and leaves. Molly laughed at her parents’ worrying, ‘I’ll always come home,’ she smiled.

If only she had stopped her. But she could never say no to Molly, never bring herself to restrain that natural joy of life, that spirit of adventure.

Now she had lost her husband, her looks, her job. She refused to lose her Molly.

The traditional lighthouse at the end of the sea wall had gone, replaced by a metal abomination. Around their small house modern hotels crowded in. The cargo ships grew larger every year.

Still she waited and each time a sail appeared her heart would beat a little faster. Each time another little part of her crumbled.

They had never found any wreckage of Molly’s boat.

A small sailboat rounded the wall, tacking against the breeze. Her Molly would come home one day. She had promised she always would.


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Copyright A Mixed Bag

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AFTER HAMELIN

‘Car keys?’ he asked the woman sprawled on the ground, arm fishing around down the drain.

‘House keys.’ She looked up, squinting at the silhouette of the man. He was dressed in red and orange checks.

‘Perhaps I can help?’

She pulled herself up. ‘Feel free.’

Instead of getting down to look in the drain, the man took out a flute, and began playing a jaunty ditty.

The woman heard faint squeaking. A wave of scurrying approached. A wave of brown and black fur swept out of the drain. A sea of rats.

The tone from the flautist changed. The rats stopped, turned and disappeared down the drain. Left behind on the road was a selection of keys, rings, mobile phones, money and one bloodied knife.

Her red ‘I ‘heart’ Paris’ key ring stood out. She picked up her keys. ‘Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome.’

‘I should give you something,’ she dug out her wallet and handed him a ten euro note.

‘How refreshing,’ the piper smiled. ‘Do you have any children?’

‘Two,’ she answered, unsure of the question.

‘Tonight, keep them locked securely in their room.’ He doffed his cap and skipped away playing another tune on his flute.


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Copyright A Mixed Bag

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LEON’S SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS INC.

It seemed absurd to her.

‘You think I should have one security camera to cover the entrance and then a second security camera to cover the first camera?’

‘Exactly.’

‘Why?’

‘In case the first security camera is tampered with. That way you’ll see them do it.’

‘Okay,’ she paused. ‘But what if they tamper with the second security camera so that we don’t see them tampering with the first camera?’

Leon thought for a moment. ‘Perhaps you need a third camera to cover the second camera? But then what’s to stop them tampering with the third camera?’

She thought for a moment: ‘What if, instead of covering the entrance, the first security camera covered the second camera, the second camera covered the third one and the third camera covered the first one. That way all the cameras are being covered, so no one can tamper with them.’

‘Good idea, but what about the entrance, there would be no camera covering that?’

‘I could put a guard on the entrance.’

‘You would need a security camera to cover the guard.’

Later, with all twenty-five security cameras installed, Leon rubbed his aching back. Another profitable day for Leon’s Surveillance Cameras Inc.


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Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

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