Davy, a deaf mute, expressed himself through his sand sculptures.
All summer long, snoozing seals, languid lions and crazy crocodiles emerged along the beaches of Balham, much to the admiration of the local townsfolk.
Except for the Brogan boys, whose greatest delight, after a night on the beer, was throwing themselves into the centre of his creations.
In winter, with little to do, Davy’s frustrations mounted. But after the first heavy snowfall he rushed into the park, and sculpted a legion of dreadful demons near the amusement arcade.
Ma Brogan still misses her boys; Pa Brogan… well, he’s a come-day, go-day kinda guy anyhow.
How nice to see Dee Lovering’s picture of snow during these long, hot summer days. I feel quite nostalgic… well almost. Thanks to Rochelle, the untiring choirmistress of Friday Fictioneers, for keeping us all together, and singing from the same song sheet. And if you think I’ve been purposely exercising my alliterative skills this week… you’re right.
Snow or sand: it works for me.
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I think sand has the endurability factor. Though nothing can withstand the Brogan boys.
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Cleverly crafted and entertainingly executed!
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Thanks CE. 🙂
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Nicely noted, Super Sandra!
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🙂 Thank you!
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Oh my, I love your version of “revenge is a dish best served cold”.
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Thank you!
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Dear Sandra,
Ooh those dreaded dreadful dastardly demons doing demonic demonstrations. Sounds like Davy laughed last. An enjoyable read from one of the pillars of Friday Fictioneers. Wonderful writing as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle 🙂 The alliteration started inadvertently, with ‘languid lions’ ‘dreadful demons’ and ‘Brogan boys’. So I thought I’d extend rather than revise. After posting I remembered that KT did something similar recently – oops!
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Brought Calvin and Hobbes to mind.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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That’s one way for Davy to keep his cool, almost literally. But I guess the Brogans had it coming.
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Most of my victims have it coming… 🙂
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Chilling !
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Thank you. 🙂
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Revenge is sweet they say!
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And best served cold. Thanks for reading Lynda.
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I always enjoy reading your work, Sandra.
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Nicely done, Sandra. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Might be a bit harsh, but it makes for a great story. 🙂
janet
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I’ve never had the gentle touch with offenders, Janet. 😉
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So very true, Sandra. 🙂
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I really enjoyed this story up until the end and then I became confused. I hope you will help me out here. I’m still wiping the sleep from my eyes but I am not familiar with the phrase “a come-day, go-day kinda guy” and it makes me think I am not quite catching on to your story. Ma misses her boys, okay, they have obviously met with foul play but why is dad so undisturbed.. is that even what that phrase means?
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Hi Dawn, “come day, go day” is from an American ministrel type song – “come day, go day, God send Sunday, we’ll drink whiskey all the week and buttermilk on Sunday”. Really meaning, nothing really fazes him. No more significance than that. Originally I had “that was the year the Brogan boys disappeared, if I remember correctly” but I thought that was a bit expositional so changed it. Too obscure then. 😉
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Thanks for explaining. I learned something new!
I probably won’t retain it but…you know, good to keep the ole brain active 😉
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Sounds like a song I would like. 🙂
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Never trust a snowman 🙂
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Nor a sand-sprite. 🙂
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Sandra,
What a creative response to this week’s photo! I enjoyed watching the bullies get their comeupance.
Cheers!
MG
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Divine (or not so divine) retribution is my bag, as they say, Marie Gail. 😉
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I think we’ve met Davy before, maybe helping out a more intellectually capable criminal? At any rate, I don’t think I’d want to be on Davy’s (or your!) bad side!
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There’s a similarity, I’ll admit. Thanks for reading – you’ll never be on my bad side. 🙂
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I hope I’m never on your bad side. Just remember, I’ve got Angelique… 😉
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How could I forget? 🙂
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Anything can be a canvas to an artistic soul! Nicely written. 🙂
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Indeed Lorna. 🙂
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Sandra, I love your imagination. What a delightful read.
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You might not if it kept you awake at night Alicia. 🙂 Thank you.
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Don’t mess with Davy, obviously. I’ll stay away from snow demons from now on, in any case. Great story.
-David
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Thanks David. 🙂
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And then the snow melts. I hope the evidence doesn’t point to young Davy. Well told, loved it!
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I think the demons will prove to be more efficient than that. Thanks for reading.
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Ah! Revenge at last. I wonder how we root for the underdog even then they perform not-so-good acts. Superlative take on the prompt, Sandra!
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Thank you! 🙂 And you’re right about underdogs.
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If the sand wouldn’t catch him, the snow would! Davy got the last laugh all right. Imaginative and a little scary. Don’t mess with Davy. Well done, Sandra.
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Thanks Amy, glad you dropped by.
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It’s always a pleasure. 🙂
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I loved those moments of alliteration here – snoozing seals, languid lions, etc.
I wasnt sure about Pa Brogan’s indifference here (i’m assuming day come day go means ‘easy-come, easy-go’)? It struck me as a bit incongruous – at least without some more explanation.
Cheers
KT
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Yes, that’s exactly what it means KT. I guess he just doesn’t care much about anything. Including his sons.
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Those bullies got what they deserved. Well written story.
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Thanks Sally.
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Those were some snow demons. Looks like Davy had a literal magic touch. Well-written as usual. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne.
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That’ll teach them nasty Brogan boys. They sounded like real “kick sand in your face” types.
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🙂
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I love it. Davy seems to be able to do magic with his art. The vanishing vandals. 😉
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Thank you for dropping by. 🙂
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what a sculptor he must have been! Great story.
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Thanks for reading Liz.
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I like Davy! Good for him and his magical sand/snow!
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Thanks for reading Dale. 🙂
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Great job. Go, demons, go!
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Demons rule, OK.
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I think Ma was probably the only ones who missed the Brogan boys. I could just see them bullying other kids and taking their lunch money.
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Thanks for reading Russell.
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Love the route this prompt has taken you
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Thanks. 🙂
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Love the Brogans – the name is filled with menace. And good old Davy – keeping Balham safe!
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Davy’s a regular guardian angel. 🙂
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Your story proves that you shouldn’t mess with an artist!
Wonderful story with a great ending.
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Thanks.
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You have an interesting tone to your writing. Much enjoyed!
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Thank you!
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He who laughs last laughs best … I’d say.
Well done in my book, Sandra. 😎
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Thanks Isadora.
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LOL! The crocs got ’em! Sounds a little like poetic justice. 😀
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Thanks for dropping by.
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while i might feel bad for Ma Brogan, i don’t becuz she should have raised them better! glad Davy’s sculptures are safe now
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I really enjoyed the ending! Well crafted story.
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Thank you!
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I just love the tone and feel of this. And you’ve built such great characters with just a few deft words. Wonderful.
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Thanks Margaret. 🙂
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Great story Sandra, just loved the alliteration, it works so well here. I’ve gone for a bit of revenge myself this week – just managed to post something before the sands of time ran out… sorry couldn’t help it 🙂
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Lovely photo Dee. Glad you got here in time. 🙂
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Nice tone and rhythm to the story. With a Pa like that I can see why the Brogan Boys needed such attention and were so hurtful!
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