And the Music Played – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


I climbed the steps of the old bandstand. Years of exposure had turned the brilliant white wood to grey.

‘Some say you can still hear the band play when one of their descendants is about to die,’ I said. ‘But its all rubbish.’

Mal laughed, leaning over the edge of the pier. ‘The music is just there to scare the tourists,’ he said.

I stared at him as a large ocean swell rose up behind him.

‘What music?’


Anyone for a Fat Rascal?


It seems like forever since I’ve been able to post.

We had been invaded by the dreaded lurgy and its taken us a full two weeks to recover.

I was all but ready to paint a black spot on our door and start ringing a bell, but alas, it broke and we are all on the mend.

So this morning – after the first full nights sleep – I got to the kitchen and made Fat Rascals for everybody. They were warm, buttery deliciousness!

If anyone wants any of the recipes I use on my blog, let me know on the comments and I can post one up 🙂

But now with cake in my belly and a spring in my step, I’m off to get some work done.

Happy Wednesday everybody!