The Locals


PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

You learn certain things about people when you live in a small village.

Like Mr Bartlett who always order three pints of lager before a pint of bitter, or Mrs Caraway who will always bake a malt loaf for the August fair despite claiming for the past six months that she was going to try something new.

Everyone is odd. You just notice it more in small villages.

Thomas Green however, was very odd. One Christmas he collected odd socks from the neighbours, and hung them around his porch.

I asked my mother why.

“Because,” she said. “He just does.”

[100 Words]


I was really stuck for what to write this week, and since my car’s suspension decided to give up on me over the weekend, leaving me stuck in Shropshire with my parents, I thought why not draw upon local inspiration. [In the sense of odd neighbours, no one I know actually hangs odd socks as decorations.]


  1. You know, this is like a snapshot of an entire oeuvre of stories, like you’ve created an entire world with 100 words. You could set stories here forever!


  2. An interesting take on village life. Even the language has something of a parochial feel to it. Well done. (Did you mean 3 pints of lager?)


    1. Oh drat, I’ll go back and correct it immediately. I could make the excuse that I never drink the stuff but I’ve also worked behind the bar so that one doesn’t really fly.


  3. Fascinating village! You gave us such a sense of the place in just 100 words, wow! The socks are interesting, I wonder why he just does?!?


  4. Ah, village life. And people in small villages are also more likely to notice others’ oddities. I wonder what my neighbours have noticed about me since I moved in?!


  5. Your story portrays small town life really well. The characters might be quirky and laughable, but you’ve created them with affection, and not mockery. That’s why living in a small place is comfortable – the familiarity and predictability of its people. Lovely.


    1. Thank you. I’m really glad that it comes across as affection rather than mockery. Rural life can be very amusing, but we all share in the madness. To mock one would be to mock all and one’s self.


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