Dust to Dust – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s
curious photo comes courtesy of Sarah Ann Hall, and I ponder life, death and rock ‘n’ roll.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.

© Sarah Ann Hall

Click here to hear the author read this one-minute tale:

Dust to Dust

It’s my own fault, I know.
I have never been able to cut down, far less give up, smoking.
It is a vile, poisonous, malodorous weakness.
I cough constantly.
I won’t mention what I emit.
Everything stinks of stale tobacco: my home, my clothes, my hair.
And it costs a fortune I don’t have.
But this is the last straw.
Your dying wish was very specific.
You believe if it is unfulfilled, you cannot move to the next level.
But, sweetheart, I can’t remember which urn contains your remains.
And I can hardly empty twenty ash-trays into the town fountain.

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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76 Responses to Dust to Dust – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Nan Falkner says:

    I can certainly identify with this – having kicked the habit 7 years ago – Great story – you are good!

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  2. Ha made me laugh! Also made me feel guilty for laughing but… 😉

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  3. This is really something☺☺☺

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  4. Lynn Love says:

    Ha! You dark, dark man! Fancy him using the poor woman’s urn as an ashtray – his habit must really be bad. So bad, no doubt he’ll be joining her in due course, so his dilemma will soon be over! Dark, twisty and no more than I’d expect from you, dear C

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  5. Yuhu Tama says:

    This is brilliant. Love the twist and love the reading. You have a nice voice. Cheers!

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  6. Now that was a twist I wasn’t expecting! Enjoyed it.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  7. James McEwan says:

    The audio, for me, added the tone of the piece, the emotion and feeling of the poet. This does add a deeper perspective to the written words. Enjoyed listening.

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  8. Norma says:

    Hilarious story! Loved the audio as well.

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  9. Oh my word! what an entertaining story. His habits and attitudes make me wonder if she didn’t die of frustration. 🙂

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  10. Gosh … the traumas one must go through to quit a bad habit. When in reality it’s all up to the individual to decide. If the habit is kept … so be it. One cannot dictate what others should and shouldn’t do. I love the scent of a good cigar. And, a man drinking a brandy as he puffs. There’s a presence of watching a man smoking. It’s as if he’s found the perfect woman to caress. I enjoyed the journey through the mind of one who wants to leave a habit he really doesn’t want to give up. You never disappoints when I pop in to read your work. Thank you for having a plethora of outstanding writing.
    Isadora 😎

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    • ceayr says:

      What a delight to see you here again, Isadora.
      I am grinning like a fool after reading ‘plethora of outstanding writing’.
      Thank you.

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      • Yes, CR – I was side-swiped by Hurricane Irma. She broke me down with her fierce winds and angry rainstorm. We’re trying to repair our home. Right now, no supplies are available because of the high needs of so many. My paradise was tussled about and I retreated like a whimper dog. Now, I’m back and stronger than ever for having gone through it.
        “I’ll be back,” as they said in that movie.
        Hope your well and enjoying life’s glorious gifts. Best regards …. 😎

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  11. Vivian Zems says:

    This was so funny! My murderer might be able to help you…..just avoid the tea!

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  12. Vinay Leo R. says:

    Ouch. Though I suppose those ash-trays would have his remains too. Maybe more than the urns.

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  13. There is an underlying irony and sadness behind that false bravado. Beautifully written, Ceayr.

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  14. Dear C.E.

    A label maker would’ve come in handy. He sounds like rather busy gent. You made me laugh.

    Shalom

    Rochelle

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  15. michael1148humphris says:

    I reckonment burying them all. Perhaps I should have done it with the urns in my story🙂

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  16. Loved the ending. So funny. Brilliant piece.

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  17. An impish tale, this.

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  18. I guess that as a smoker he has lost all his sense of smell… but there is a distinct difference in scent between different kind of ashes.

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  19. Jelli says:

    Oh, that one bites.. great one.

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  20. pennygadd51 says:

    What an imaginative use for the ornaments. Beautifully written!

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  21. Moon says:

    Oh no! That’s another side effect I wasn’t aware of!
    Great story ! I hope he isn’t tormented, now that he has accidentally blocked her route.

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  22. So many emotions. What a wonderful story, and I love the ending. :o)

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  23. bbryanthomas says:

    Cruel – I loved it

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  24. bbryanthomas says:

    Cruel – but I loved it

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  25. James says:

    Once he’s ashes, I might just find some place in the local wilderness and plant him there. My Dad’s ashes (he’d quit smoking many decades before) are buried near a lake at which he loved to fish.

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  26. Reena Saxena says:

    There is a sadness beneath the lighter camouflage …

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  27. Mandie Hines says:

    Haha No, the town fountain wouldn’t do. This reminds me of a saying that was on the case of these novelty playing cards I had when I was little. It said “I don’t smoke anymore. But I don’t smoke any less either.”

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  28. Iain Kelly says:

    Hilarious – and reminds me of my own father, still happily puffing away in his stale tobacco-smelling house!

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  29. Oh no! That made me smile. Great story.

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  30. This tale is simply smokin’! Great take CE

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  31. yarnspinnerr says:

    Wonderfully innovative and quirky.

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  32. Varad says:

    Haha! That was fantastic, CE.

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  33. granonine says:

    Made me laugh–great ending, unexpected. And rgayers comment is perfect 🙂

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  34. MrBinks says:

    A great monologue.

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  35. rgayer55 says:

    She’s the one with no butt.
    As I recall, she had a figure like a section of stove pipe.
    Go with the one on front/left. It’s the thought that counts after all, right?

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  36. neilmacdon says:

    Oh that is gorgeous, just gorgeous

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