Saturday, September 06, 2008

ghost writing

Day 9 of 365 in the Marathon of Dope . . .

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Well it is Saturday and so it’s fiction prompt day from the Saturday Scribes site.

Today’s prompts are as follows:

Theme: music
Words: elbow, crows, merchant.

I wanted to see just how quickly I could use the words and theme and still make a coherent little snippet of fiction. So here goes.

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“And so, on this very spot in the alley just off the Merchant district, the famous minstrel Gothin met a grisly end before he could reach the ‘Crows Elbow Pub’ where he was to play that night three hundred and seven years ago. It is said that those who possess superior senses can still hear him playing his last concert right here as the sun begins to set.”

The tall man wearing a long black cloak and top hat gestured up the cobbled street. “The bookstore, Harpers, was the site of the pub back then and it’s said that on the exact same night each year, the night of Gothin’s murder, if you stand in the doorway of Harpers and look back down the alley you might see the ghost of Gothin.” The ghost walker paused a moment for effect at let us look around the alley.

“Well, this ends the ghost walk. Thanks for allowing me to be your guide. If you have any questions, please ask.”

A small boy in the crowd piped up, “Do crows really have elbows?”

The ghost walker laughed at the question, but in a kind way. “I suppose they must, under the feathers. Any others?” There were none.

“Well then,” said the ghost walker, “if you will follow me I”ll take you back to the main street.” And with that the procession followed him past Harpers and on to the main thoroughfare.

And I thought, as I trailed behind the others in the alley, that I heard a faint singing and the plucked notes of a stringed instrument.

But with all the noise of modern London these days, I can’t really be sure.

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