This tiny tale resulted from a challenge for the Writers’ Circus.
“Your Story should include the words “Merlin Brand Thoroughgood”.
The story wrote itself.
I have classified it as a Romance.
I hope that the protagonists live happily ever after.
This story arose from a challenge at the Writers’ Circus - we should choose a Proverb, and write a story about it.
The next weekend we went off to Edinburgh to stay with our friends Alan and Jean, in their brand new town house in Morningside. Part of the same impressive development, was a new block of luxury flats, the locus in my mind for this story.
I dug out a Bible that had belonged to my mother-in-law, Georgie. From it fell a greetings card sent to her from one of her Women’s Guild friends. The image on the front of the card was of a Sweet Sultan.
The story wrote itself.
You may note the input form the ubiquitous Maisie Kaywood, she of “Hook, Line and Sinker”.
(Please, do not use Sweet Sultans to make an infusion, unless you know that it is safe so to do! This is fiction, folks!)
In September 2014 we were on holiday in Milano, Italy. We took a day trip by train to Lake Como, crossed on a small ferry to Bellagio. Later after a wander, we caught another ferry to the bottom of the lake and then a different train home.
On the smaller ferry I snapped a warning sign, which appears in the story.
In Bellagio I spotted a poster, advertising a visit to a workshop which made wooden wheels for bicycles.
Read on...