The Lodge – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s forbidding photo is open to many interpretations.
This is my slightly off the wall take.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

The Lodge

I am in!
At last my boyhood ambition is fulfilled.
I have been accepted as a member of the Lodge.
My father was a member, and his father, and his father.
It is a mark of privilege and honour in this isolated region.
Usually only the first born son is admitted, but my older brother died before he was of age.
Even so, I have had to perform many arduous tasks, pass many stern tests, and wait many long years.
I have also had to ignore the whispers around town.
Detrimental comments are made, almost out of earshot.
I don’t care.
I feel it is my duty to maintain a proud family tradition, and to be part of this organisation which contributes so much to local charities.
I take the oath on my knees before the assembly of members.
I swear never, on pain of death and disgrace, for myself and my family, to divulge any of the secrets.
The Grand Master himself shakes my hand.
I am led to the banquet hall to celebrate.
Through closed doors I hear the weeping of children.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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23 Responses to The Lodge – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Dale says:

    How a misplaced sense of duty keeps these evils running… Great piece!


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  3. Another dark twist. Very Poe-ian.


  4. Many years ago I was invited in (truly) But the apron didn’t suit me so I declined!

    Visit Keith’s Ramblings!


  5. mandibelle16 says:

    The crying of children sounds very ominous, what are they doing to them?


  6. MythRider says:

    I hit like, but “Through closed doors I hear the weeping of children,” I’m not so sure. Sound s bit gruesome.


    • ceayr says:

      Then, my good sir, if you are not comfortable, please feel free to ‘unlike’.
      I do not believe in writing only about the sunshine in our world, but about the vile darkness also.
      Thank you for visiting.


  7. Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
    AnElephantCant be as brave as a tiger
    Or a lion or fierce things like that
    Unless he makes a bloomer
    This is perhaps a puma
    AnElephant prefers the wee cat who sat on the mat


  8. Dear CE,

    This sent such a chill through me. You said much in few words and have managed wot layer an entire novel between the lines. Captivating doesn’t begin to describe.




  9. Corina says:

    You never fail to captivate, twist, and surprise. Well done.


  10. That was a completely unexpected twist


  11. Steve Lakey says:

    Chilling. It’s reassuring to know that our current leaders would never be involved in dubious initiation rites. For this is fiction, after all.


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