Scaffolding – 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).
My first thought this week when I saw Al’s verdant image was of the bonnie braes and glorious glens of my beloved homeland.
Then my mind drifted, perhaps bizarrely, to Cowboys and Indians.
Sorry, but things inside my head are often Politically Incorrect.
So sue John Wayne.
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Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes


He is a nasty piece of work, my brother.
Okay, he started the business himself, built it from nothing, made it an initial success.
But when it got too big for one man to run, he talked me into joining him.
He needed someone he could trust, he said.
We would share fifty-fifty, he said.
We don’t need a written contract, he said, your hand is good enough for me.
Well, we expanded the company, took it into the big league.
He stayed hands on, I organised, streamlined, automated.
We were quite a team, could take on the world.
But he of course got greedy.
Didn’t want to share.
Kept escalating the aggro until the situation was untenable.
I had to leave.
Of course there was nothing in writing, so I got nothing.
But I know him, know his habits.
Like the fact that on a new job he always arrives early morning, before the men, and climbs the scaffolding to survey the progress.
Still hands on.
So I just loosen a few bolts here and there, at critical points.
You see, he is my brother.
And I am a nasty piece of work too.

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34 Responses to Scaffolding – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Jesse Raven says:

    No one can hurt a person the way family can. They know the weak points (trusting a handshake contract…or knowing one’s habits) and you never see them coming. Great piece!


  2. This was a good but deadly story, C.E. I wonder if he inherits the company. If the brother’s that nasty, probably not. Well written as always. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  3. Haha yes brothers I love “I am a nasty piece of work too” Great story my friend


  4. Danny James says:

    What happened to love thy brother?



  5. Graham Lawrence says:



  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Doesn’t sound as if the brothers were very brotherly in the end. I do think, even with family, you should always get something in writing, his mistake. But then, you don’t expect your own brother to cut you out. I guess though, him loosening the bolts showed they were cut very much from the same cloth. Nice job CE.


  7. This is a very good story that reminds me, incredibly bizarrely, of the Kray brothers. Brothers in crime!


  8. The Voice says:

    As Rochelle said, I enjoyed how you brought it all back around to the opening line. Coincidence? Not with you! Cleverly plotted and fascinating as always, CE.


  9. Well done. I spoke to a guy recently who had a similar situation. He was working for his brother’s company and wanted to get disability, so he built the scaffold using a broken board high up. He fell and sued his brother for negligence. There’s the difference in our two cultures.
    As Billy Connolly said. “An American sees a beautiful house on a hill with big window, he thinks ‘I’d like to live there someday.’ A Scot sees that and he starts looking for a stone to chuck through the bloody window.”


  10. emmylgant says:


    Well built story. Nasty business though.


  11. Dahlia says:

    Awesome piece of work 🙂


  12. Must be genetic. Great story.


  13. paulmclem says:

    CE doing one of things he likes to do best (and with panache) i.e. killing people…lol.


  14. Dear CE,

    So much for brotherly love. Well structured story and I like the way the first and last lines tie it together. A good read indeed.




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