The Old Grey Mare

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copyright - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Henry,” she barked. “Eat your gruel before it gets cold.”

He stared at the tasteless, gray matter before him.

“There are millions of starving children in this world who’d love to eat as well as you do.”

The gruel stared back—taunting him.

“After breakfast, chop a hole in the pond. Those horses need water. Feed the chickens, and bust some kindling up while you’re out there,” his mother ordered.

“C.E. is coming over today,” Henry mumbled.

“Humph. What’s that little, dried-up Scot want?”

“He’s going to help me with my chores. I hear he’s very good with an axe.”

 

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76 Comments on “The Old Grey Mare

  1. Dear Henry,

    I’m not sure I’d trust that Scot with my axe. If you do, I’d be watching me back. I nearly spewed coffee through my nose on that one.

    As long as I’m in the neighbourhood, might I interest you in a handy-dandy curly french fry cutter that doubles as a nose hair shaver? Never leave home without it. Only 19.99. But wait! If you answer this offer within the next five minutes you’ll get a second one absolutely free! And that’s not all!. I’m prepared to toss in an anatomically correct, circumcised tushie planter chia pet. How can you refuse? A bargain at any price.

    Shalom,

    Veronica Popeil W(T)F

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  2. I can guarantee that Henry won’t be troubled any longer by the old harridan once the little, dried-up Scot arrives. It may not be a pretty scene, but it beats your array of Christmas gifts. I’ll pass on the underwear, if you don’t mind.

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  3. Note to self: don’t read Russell’s posts while eating/drinking. I suppose you’ll be cracking wise for the holidays; have a joyous time!

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  4. What do you mean, ‘little, dried-up Scot’?
    I am not little.
    And it will cost you a fair few bawbees for me to blunt ma guid axe on yon auld crone’s heid.
    Or just one Penny, if you find the right one.

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  5. Heck! I’m having as much fun reading the before and aft of this tale as I did reading the story itself. CE will have more to say later on I’m fairly sure.

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  6. I’m sure I’ve seen that “dried up little Scot” around the place. Normally there are police cars and ambulances and coroners not soon afterward. Probably just a coincidence.

    There’ll be no worrying about the chores once he’s had a dram of Scotch though.

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  7. Excellent! It seems as if you’ve chosen, apart from Henry in the story, the perfect protagonist for your comment section). Everyone has words of advice and humor to add to your story. Which I enjoyed, by the way. Well done! And speaking from personal experience he is anything but little. And the accent is as real as real can be. On a good day you’ll be lucky to understand him. On a bad day, well watch out for the axe, all I have to say regarding that one. A fun and fun-filled story. I applaud your words and your story line – Plh

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    • Axe, hammer, knife, rock, rubber hose, piece of rope, shoestring, plastic bag, a dirty sock. The man can create mayhem with even the most innocent item becoming a weapon. He’s extremely talented in that regard.

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  8. “Captain, I canna stope laughin’ at yuh an’ yuhr amaaaaaazin’ story. Sowndz like yuh got yuh sum explaaainin’ tuh dew.”

    Five out of five Warp 7’s.

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  9. May I interest you in a pair of fermented socks marinated in in the foot juices of the great unwashed…a teenage boy! These socks walk all by themselves!
    Looks like there’s about to be another murder here and perhaps Rochelle should be having a body count each week. How many people died in order to produce our weekly offerings?
    No murders in mine. There must be something wrong with me!
    xx Rowena

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    • If his socks are that talented, can his underwear be far behind? We’re still a good 5 months away from annual bath time (the month of May) here in the states. Maybe he can train those socks to run errands or take out the trash.

      If Friday Flash Fiction had a 50 acre cemetery, it would have been overflowing long before now.

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      • I reckon the Friday Fictioneers could use his socks to dig a few graves. The dirt would smell them coming and get out of the road. No digging required.
        He’d love to live in the USA and have an annual bath. The dogs would love it too.

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    • I don’t think I could keep up with the body counts, Rowena. As for the marinated socks, one of my boys was really good with that. I had to do his laundry wearing a gas mask.

      😉 Shalom,

      Veronica

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  10. If you axe me, C.E. is just what Henry’s father ordered. I mean, doctor ordered! Nice comedical/macabre tale which obviously connects into psychological connections with your actual life and emotions. I can tell you I’m never going to have the urge to mother you ever again!

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    • Perry, you’re getting deep and philosophical again. You know gives you hives and constipation. Be a good boy, or I’ll have to call the nurse and schedule another enema.

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  11. I have no axe to grind but I couldn’t get past the designer underwear. I know stained glass is valued but this…. What’s the returns policy?

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    • According to what my mother used to preach, you’re not supposed to wear them if there’s a possibility you might be in a car wreck and have to go to the hospital.

      The return policy clearly states that they must be brought back UNWASHED if you want a refund or exchange.

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  12. Gasp-I’m all out of breath after laughing my way though the comments and the story. There is no messing with that Scot. I’d be afraid. Hilarious, Russel, and what a party you’re having here. I’ll pass on the underwear but would take that Julian fries cutter. I’d send it to the Equadorian embassy in London.

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    • Yes, the Scot brought out an onslaught of comments. It’s been a hoot this week.
      The underwear are also available in the thong variety, if that’s your style. I think the Julian fries cutter is currently out of stock due to popular demand. From what I hear, they’re being sent to Ecuadorian embassies all over Europe.

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