Waving Goodbye – Friday Fictioneers, February 2020

Copyright Ted Strutz

Sea-mist clung stickily to our clothes and hair, as we trailed after Rose to the shoreline.

Once there, our stepmother raised the urn in dramatic fashion and, shrieking “farewell my love,” she cast our father’s ashes to the waves.

My elder brother Ollie sighed exasperatedly.  Ben, the youngest, hid behind my coat.

At that very moment a stiff on-shore breeze gusted up, liberally coating Rose from head to foot in grey dust.

“Daddy’s all over Rose,” observed Ben helpfully, as she cavorted about, yelping in revulsion, batting at herself like a madwoman.

“No change there then,” said Ollie, “he’d like that.”

Back in 2011 a longer version of my story was published on-line.  A couple of years later I noticed a sharp uptake in stats for the story, and following the incoming links I discovered a firm of Funeral Directors had published a link to it on their website, where it remained gathering hits for many years!  Hardly an endorsement for the ashes-scattering afficionados, I would have thought.  🙂   Many thanks to Rochelle for her continued leadership of Friday Fictioneers.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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51 Responses to Waving Goodbye – Friday Fictioneers, February 2020

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Deliciously wicked, Sandra. This actually happened to someone I knew

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  2. ceayr says:

    Your usual masterly dissection of the family dynamic, Sandra.
    Seems poor Rose has run out of friends.

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  3. trentpmcd says:

    Poor Rose (or maybe not!) I like the story, but the bit about the funeral home linking to the longer version made me laugh.

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  4. Dale says:

    I am laughing so hard here. This is so good! I was hoping the wind would gust up – just felt like maybe, as a step-mother, she wasn’t so wonderful…

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  5. Tannille says:

    I’ve wondered before how often this happens. Perhaps Daddy had a final laugh from the grave.

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  6. It’s like the scene in The Big Lebowski!

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  7. Dear Sandra,

    OMG. Poor Rose. I’ll admit I laughed until the last line. So telling of that family’s dynamic. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. elmowrites says:

    I want to tell you I loved your story, but I’m totally distracted by the addendum about the funeral directors! That’s an awesome story all to itself. Great depiction of the step children and their reactions to this event though, well done.

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  9. I’m not sure which was more amusing — this story or the reason behind the hits of the previous one. 🙃

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  10. liz young says:

    Wonderful! And I bet that’s happened more than once. Great to have your work recognised, even if somewhat strangely.

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  11. granonine says:

    It’s always a good idea to check wind direction before you toss ashes :). Great story!

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  12. Dora says:

    Oh the irony, in death as in life! 😭

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  13. msjadeli says:

    I love the afterward as much as the story. Delightful, both!

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  14. pennygadd51 says:

    What a delicate touch you have, Sandra! That was hilarious, when it could so easily have been crass. Brilliant!

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  15. Iain Kelly says:

    A classic comedy scene. I guess the funeral directors have a sense of humour about their work!

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  16. Beautiful and totally relatable tale Sandra, happened when we scattered Mrs T’s Grandfather and when we scattered our dog Hovis, comically macabre

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  17. draliman says:

    Ha, I can’t stop smiling! I love the brothers’ calm observations in contrast to stepmum’s dramatics.

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  18. Brilliant Sandra! Sounds like Daddy had the last laugh!

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  19. Oh my, I must admit I snickered when I read the part about the gust of wind creating a, remains, blanket all over Rose. Well done, Sandra. I’m not surprised it was published … Congrats!!!
    Be Safe 😷 Isadora 😎

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  20. plaridel says:

    i guess the breeze blows where it pleases. 🙂

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  21. I chuckled at the short version, and laughed at the longer one. I really enjoyed the longer version of your story! Very descriptive and so well written.

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  22. ahtdoucette says:

    Oh my…. LOL. I want to make a further comment but all I can think to say is Oh my. I see why the longer version of this story was so popular. Thanks for paring it down for us!

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  23. subroto says:

    Ha! Ha! Delightfully wicked Sandra, so glad you have re-ashed it.

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  24. Michael says:

    It is an ill wind that blows one no benefits

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  25. This is delightful! I am so glad I didn’t miss the opportunity to read it!

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