This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – PAWN
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Scones
I’m lying on my deathbed, thinking about the good times, like the weans when they were young, and the grandweans too, and the bad times, like when we had to pawn my wooden leg to buy food.
I know I’ve not got long to go, but I’ve still got my sense of smell, so my heart leaps because my Dora, she’s always been so good to me, aye, she’s baking treacle scones, my absolute favourite.
I can’t make myself heard – my voice is only a croak now – so I drag myself out of bed, hop painfully to the top of the stairs, and slide down on my bum like we used to do as bairns.
I’m totally done in now so, on my hands and knee, I crawl to the kitchen where a vision, a mountain of scones – treacle, wheaten and fruit – sit still warm on the table.
I drag myself across the floor, haul my fast-fading body up the table leg, hoping to taste just one last mouthful of perfection before I snuff it.
As my trembling hand fumbles towards the majestic mound of mouth-watering manna, a ladle cracks my knuckles, followed by the words ‘Hands off, auld yin, they’re for the funeral’.
Oh my lord, you made me laugh!
I love ‘Oh my lord’, made me think of George Harrison!
Now I’ve got an earworm!🤗🤗🎶
I’ll bake up some scones and virtually salute this story!
Scones are what I miss most about my exile from Scotland!
I took a slug of beer while reading this, now it’s all over my keyboard! Brilliant matey.
Well, let that be a lesson to you, not to drink beer for breakfast!
Spoilsport.
Excellent! So caught up in the emotional ride down, I was pleasantly caught by surprise at the conclusion 😀
I do like a wee twist in the tale, Denise
Heeheehee! Well done.
I like ‘Heeheehee!’
Thanks, Mimi
Billy Connolly about to meet his Maker. What a stunner. 🙂
Laughing. God help God!
And thanks
I like the ending with the preparations for the funeral and your description of him sliding down the stairs.
Thanks, Frank, our humour can be dry (funeral) or more in your face (or on your bum).
My favourite bit was ‘hands and knee’, I struggled with the reading there
Aiee! That twist 😄Bravo. My mouth was watering at the description of the scones.
Oh they are the most wonderful creations imaginable, TAM, and the thing that draws me home every year…
I’m with the others… the final twist takes your Six to another level.
cool
Thanks, Clark, Scottish scones are what I miss most in my exile here on the Côte d’Azur!
Sad, but great story with all it’s excellent descriptions and writing. As always, it drew me in from the start.
Oh don’t be sad, Brenda, he’ll be allowed one with real Scottish butter before he pops his clogs!
I feel so relieved.
bravo, well done you.
Thank you, sir
Oh you pulled a good one out of the hat there! 🙂
There’s a hat?
I often wonder where they come from, Chris
Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.
You left me speechless.
Glad you enjoyed, Reena.
Very much appreciate that you shared it on your own blog, thank you
Brilliant 😂😂😂
Thank you, Mairi
That was priceless! Great read, thanks 🙂
Very happy you enjoyed, ma’am
I really enjoyed this one.
Thanks, Lindsey, I enjoyed your comment.
LOL… Oh my! Darn clever and endlessly amusing!
Thanks, Susan, I do like ‘Oh my!’
Laughing loudly enough to annoy the neighbours! That’s a brilliant piece. I can just see it – and almost smell the scones! A complete gem of a story.
Y’know, Jenne, there are times when I realise that what I miss most about Scotland is not family and friends…
Glad you enjoyed.
Horriblement bien écrit !
J’adore.
Tu as un sens de l’humour morbide, madame!
Merci