Black Fingers

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 22 June 2021, idea.

When we first moved in here we were needing,
Hired a gardner to help us with weeding,
But it soon became clear
That he had no idea,
When he pulled up the peas we’d been seeding


Prompt image for the Fandango One Word Challenge prompt

A Change of Plan

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #123, where we write about this piece of art by Chin H. Shin:

Hmmm… Being single again did have some advantages, thought Christa, as she rose out of the dripping metro station at the Place d’Italie, straight into the deluge. At least she did not have to go out again tonight, no pre-arranged date for which she was expected to become soaked. Her eyes were firmly set on a take-away, a chick-flick, and a cosy evening at home. Now, what did she fancy tonight? A nice teriyaki, perhaps?

But, first things first. Satisfied at present to dream about tonight’s banquet, she had more immediate plans. Having been standing all day, her feet were killing, and her top priority was an obscenely long soak. Carrying six scented candles, unused Christmas presents, into her bathroom, she took a towel to dry off her short. dark hair, and started running the tub, deeply sniffing some potpourri before throwing it in, then using way too much bubble bath.

As she waited for it to fill, she stared dreamily at the tub. It held some good memories, that tub, of those shared baths when they had first met. Those stolen brushes against his skin. Feeling that oh-so-soft towel envelop her, and afterwards, feeling him envelop her.

Christa was startled back to reality when her iPhone flashed into life. Her best friend Caroline’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hi Christa, just a quick one. I just wanted to see where you wanted to meet later?”

“Later?”, her off-guard response betrayed an air of surprise.

“Yes. You said you’d come to Rico’s opening tonight, remember?”

Oh, fuck! Rico was Caro’s brother. He was opening an exhibition tonight and it had totally slipped her mind that, in her drunken state last week, she had agreed to go. In truth, she enjoyed his sculptures, loved the smoothness of his pieces to her touch. But she looked through the window at the terrible evening that was unfolding, and began to backtrack.

“Oh, Caro, I’m sorry, you don’t mind if I cry off this one, do you? I just had a really shitty day, my feet are killing me, it’s pouring outside, and I just filled the tub.”

“No way, lady, you promised. Loads of other people have dropped out because of the weather, so he needs to see some friendly faces there. You can’t let me down.”

“But…”

“No buts, Christa. You owe me one. Who was it comforted you after all that shit with Pascal?”, referring to how crushed Christa had been after the break-up just three months earlier. “Hey?”, she laboured her point. “You owe me, bigtime.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you know how much this means to him”, Caro hissed, before ending the call.

Shit, thought Christa. She really did not want to go out tonight, but Caro was her oldest friend. She could be temperamental at times, but Christa had few enough close friendships, and she didn’t want to harm any. And yes, she knew how big this was for Rico, how big it was for Caro, too, to see her baby brother do well. And besides, she had agreed…

It took Christa just five perturbed minutes in the tub to make her mind up. Climbing out, she patted herself with a warm towel and picked up her phone.

“Hi, it’s me. I was out of order. I know I promised. Of course I’m coming. I can be there in an hour. Where shall we meet?”

“Thanks Christa.” Caro uttered graciously. She sounded pacified, relieved. “I’ve arranged to meet Marianne at the Bisous d’Or at 8:00 PM.” Christa knew the bar well, from her time with Pascal. “We’re having a quick drink, then we can just walk up to the gallery from there. Join us?”

“Sure, I’ll see you then. Sorry, Caro.”, before the line went dead. She paused a moment – she had not been to the bar since… but at the same time, she needed to bury the ghost of Pascal, and what better opportunity than with her two friends for support?

Glancing at the phone again, she saw the time. Shit! She had better get a move on if she was going to meet the girls in time.

Addendum

Incidentalle, a few days later I wrote a sequel to ths story.

Reblog: Tiny Tuesday #10

This “!tiny concert” that KK just posted on our shared music blog, Songshine Sounds, is such good fun.

Songshine Sounds

Graphic graphic for the "Tiny Tuesdays" post

If you’re anything like us, you’re missing your regular drip of live music to keep you going. Luckily, lots of mini-concerts are still happening online, and we can tune in to to get an intimate musical fix.


Pokey LaFarge (born Andrew Heissler) is an American Blues musician, whose ragtime music infuses jazz and country influences. In April of 2011, he performed an NPR Tiny Desk three song mini-concert accompanied by the marvelous South City Three. LeFarge is a charismatic entertainer, and it’s easy to find the humor in his music. The blend of Appalachian-style instruments and infectious lyrics make this concert magical.

On January 22, 2020, LaFarge released a new album calledRock Bottom Rhapsody.

Set List:

“La La Blues”

“Pack It Up”

“Head To Toe”

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