We never knew how Uncle Dan got his money, but he made sure we knew how he spent it.
You’d have thought my father would be jealous, but not him; he’d just smile, slip an arm round my mother’s waist and talk about blessings from heaven. I’d watch my mother’s face though, and understood, even then, that she didn’t feel altogether blessed.
In time, we learned that Uncle Dan took whatever he wanted, when he wanted.
And he just hadn’t wanted what my father had.
But then he did.
It was the last thing he ever took though.
A blessing, really.
Late to the party this week; my brain was as foggy as the surrounding countryside. Thanks to Rochelle, as always, for leading the Friday Fictioneers through the winter weather.
Last four lines told so much, loved it.
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Thank you! 🙂
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That’s the real treasure, isn’t it? Well told.
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Thanks very much. 🙂
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Dear Sandra,
Dry and subtle. I guess Dad taught Uncle Dan a final lesson. The last line says so much about how the narrator felt about Uncle Dan. Excellent writing despite the fog.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle. Today the fog has cleared, outside anyway. Inside it’s still the same fog as ever! 🙂
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Whoops. A step too far methinks.
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You can push people just too far, I guess.
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I’m guessing he’s Uncle Dan’s kid. Great work as always, Sandra
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I never thought about that, but I suppose the narrator could be.
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There are as many stories as there are readers
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The sting in the tail….
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Nemesis. 🙂
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The last line was beautiful
There is a “Letter Writing Challenge” starting from the 30th of January. It would be amazing if you could participate.
Here is the link for the challenge http://mrsdashsayss.blogspot.in/2017/01/12-weeks-of-letter-writing-challenge_24.html
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Thanks for reading. I’ll make a note to visit.
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Subtle and so very well told.
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Thanks Alicia. 🙂
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Every week I read your story, every week I am awestruck, and every week I wonder how you can possibly say so much in so few words.
I am heading out to find some fog, see if it can elevate me in the same way!
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Ditto. We could call yours 100 word novels.
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It would be nice if some publisher saw it that way… 🙂 Thank you.
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Talking about fog, I would say that publishers are the ones in a fog sometimes, when they let gems slip through their fingers. Lucky is the publisher who picks up the gem rejected by other publishers is all I can say. Good luck. You deserve great success with your writing, Sandra 🙂
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And thank you too, Sarah!
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Thanks CE. I appreciate your comments, as ever.
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I’d like to hop on this bandwagon. Sandra, I’m always impressed with your insights and ability to share them.
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A family saga of intrigue in 100 words, it has it all – money, jealousy, death. Well done.
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Thanks Iain. Looking forward to your submission next week. 😉
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A family epic in 25 words perhaps 😉
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Spanning three generations, I think. That’s five words for each…
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Ooops! The fog hasn’t cleared, clearly.
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15 words might be pushing it!
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Uncle Dan does not sound like a nice guy. I’m in the fog as to what happened to him.🤔
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I think he might have been ‘disappeared’.
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I love that you make me have to think and reread your story… brilliant
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Thanks Dale. 🙂
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Oh my. That’s painful to read. Well done as always, Sandra.
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Thank you Kecia.
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What a charmer Uncle Dan sounds! I know folk like this – just take what they want when they want and they convince themselves that they’re doing something acceptable because it suits them – it’s a disturbing psychology.
Deftly told with great subltety. Wonderful
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Thanks Lynn. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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Sounded like he gained the whole world and lost his own soul. More like forfeited it.
Super, Sandra!
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Thanks Kent. 🙂
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You always challenge the reader, Sandra, even on a foggy day. So many ways to take the ending 🙂
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I like to leave a little for the imagination. Sometimes it’s too much, I think. 🙂
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I have a feeling Uncle Dan came to a bad end.
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I have a feeling you may be right.
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Wow! A gut check with this one, Sandra. Felt it down to my socks!
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Thanks Honie! 🙂
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Brilliant. Money couldn’t buy Uncle Dan happiness but then again happiness couldn’t keep the old girl home either.
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Just a restless spirit, I guess. 🙂 Thanks, Tracey.
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Wow, there is so much in this story but I agree the last four lines say it all.
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Oh, so much left to the imagination! Good one.
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Many thanks Christine.
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i think uncle dan got what he deserved. 🙂
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I think you’re right. 🙂
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Sometimes we think we can’t live without something—until we get it. The grass may be greener, but you still have to mow it.
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And there’s always the chance of a molehill or two… 😉
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Dan went one step too far – nicely done!
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Takers take until someone stops them. Well told.
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Oops loads of hidden meaning!
Guess he finally took her!
Hope he didn’t succeed in taking his father’s peace!
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Uncle Dan got his comeuppance, shame he’d managed to take so much though and just whenever he wanted it. He doesn’t sound a nice man at all.
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Thank you for another well told tale 🙂
– Lisa
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A sort of Cain and Abel story? Great finish.
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Oh my, not a nice man this brother Dan. I could feel your characters anger at in the last few lines.
Nicely done, Sandra, as always.
Isadora 😎
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Many layers to this story – I thought the mother was worse than Dan..
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Nice. Guess Uncle Dan finally went too far.
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I hope the tables turned. What we get sometimes turns out to be what we shouldn’t have. Excellent writing, Sandra. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Uncle Dan doesn’t strike me as a very nice man! Sounds like he got his just desserts though!
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You stirred up quite a bit of emotion in so few words. That’s a story!
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