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.]
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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!
Thank you. I suppose that’s exactly what it’s like living in a small village. It only looks like a few words, but actually stories spider web outwards.
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?)
Yes, yes I did. Flipping typos. Can’t seem to escape them.
Mrs Caraway? Any relation to Mr Caraway, the fishmonger in Camberwick Green 🙂
Perhaps. It is a rather extensive family. I heard they’re might even be some Viking blood if you trace it back far enough.
Sounds like home 😉 Loved this atmospheric piece.
Thank you. 😀
This is a perfect tale of a village.. Love that end.. Really sums it up.
I don’t know what a pint of bitter is or a loaf of malt. Other than not understanding that part, I found myself among those oddballs! 😀
It’s a type of beer. Stella is larger and something like Cheshire Cat is a bitter. Malt loaf is a type of baked good that goes awfully well with a good cuppa and a bit of butter. http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/1411653/sticky-malt-loaves
Thanks! I’ll check out that recipe.
Very interesting. Sounds delicious!
You’ve created a great setting here in just 100 words. Instant character in both the people and the town. Nicely done.
Thank you. I was a little worried the piece would be too vague since I was trying to pack in quite a few characters, but it seems to have gone down well.
i think i have an explanation about the socks. bless his heart, he still believes in santa claus.
Perhaps you’re right! Or maybe he just feels sorry for odd socks and wants them to feel as beautiful and complete as matching pairs.
A great statement he’s making (not sure what). Love the eccentrics.
(Lager, not larger. Oh, Carol!)
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.
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?!?
You ask that question a lot in small villages and rural areas.
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?!
It’s a terrifying thought to have.
You captured a great sense of place with this one. I like that he was a little odd. Well done.
Thank you
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.
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.
interesting prompt.
🙂
Rochelle is to the prompt so I’m afraid I can’t take any credit for that, but thanks for reading.
Dear Carol,
The locals are believable. I love the image of Thomas Green’s sock collection and his mother’s acceptance.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Haha, thank you Rochelle.
I live in a small town so I can say this was pretty spot on. lol
I’ll put it this way. One of my neighbours brought some of their sheep to the local pub this Christmas.
We all have our little idiosyncrasies. You might not believe this, Carol, but there are some people who think I’m odd. 🙂
I would never have guessed
There is a lovely undercurrent here, like you just set everything for the start of some lovely BBC classic drama that I am addicted to, like Lark Rise or Return to Cranford.
The BBC does do dramas well. My mother and I are currently completely taken with Father Brown.