Thursday, March 14, 2024

THROWBACK THURSDAY

A number of years ago a blogger who went by the name of "Willow" created an exercise among a number of other bloggers called "Magpie Tales".

Each week she would post a photo and invite the others to write a story, a poem, an essay that came to their minds from the prompt.

Willow, after some years, unveiled herself as Tess Kincaid and some time later she moved from the American midwest to England where she had fallen in love with one Robin Gosnall and where she lives happily today.

As I was looking for something else, I discovered a short story I had written as one of her Magpie Tales and having nothing of importance to blog today, I decided to present it again. 

It begins with Willow's photo prompt.





The only clue was a black wooden walking stick, capped with silver. There was engraving of some kind in the silver but it was impossible to determine what it said or what it meant. The stick had been left leaning against the the white-washed wall of the room. There was nothing else.

Montclair had lived in this room since arriving in St. Elys three weeks prior to his disappearance. He never left it in the daylight, only slipped out in the dark of night wearing a black trilby hat which matched in color the cape he also wore. No one really saw him leave or knew where he went. He was just a ghostly shadow passing by. Wherever he traveled, he was always back in his room by morning light.

His meals were left on a tray outside the door to his room and though no one saw him open the door, the empty and soiled dishes appeared back in the same place some time later.

This went on for three weeks. Then the food dishes weren’t picked up one day. The landlady knocked repeatedly on the door and called Mr. Montclair’s name but there was no answer. Finally, after calling the town constable to her establishment, the two of them unlocked the door and cautiously entered.

There was nothing. No sign that anyone had ever been living in the room. The only sign of anything out of the ordinary was that silver-capped walking stick leaning against one wall. Montclair was gone. With the exception of the walking stick he left behind it was as if he had never existed, never been there.

The landlady has kept the walking stick, waiting for its owner to return or to write or to call, asking for it. But all these years later, the request has never come. And the man in the cape and the hat known only as Montclair remains a mystery to this day.

27 comments:

  1. That was amazing. Loved the ending. It was a twist I'd not expected. You have hidden talents my friend.

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  2. tc/Light/Breezes--great micro story! Well done Maestro...you should unleash your fiction skills more often pal.

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  3. I enjoyed your story. It keeps your attention to the end.

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  4. I hadn't thought about Willow/Tess for years! Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Nice! An intriguing story which leaves much to our imagination.

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  6. You did well. I steer clear of creative writing like this.

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  7. You wrote a great story and now I am wondering who was Montclair and where is he now?

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    1. It's still a mystery, though the ineffable Yorkshire Pudding fellow has a clue (see below).

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  8. Well - it is clear that you have some talent for developing an intriguing story Bruce. Since you wrote it, I can confirm that Montclair was found alive and well and living in Elk City, Idaho with a divorcee from Spokane called Muriel. He slammed the screen door when our Pacific North West correspondent requested an interview.

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    1. LOL! Only you, professor, may have solved the mystery! 😂

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  9. That's a great story. Love Yorkshire's ending for you.

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  10. Well done. You kept my attention to the end. 👍❤️

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  11. I like that! As a teller of ghostly tales for 25 years, this is right up my alley. Spooky!

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  12. *snort!* coffee with baileys!

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