She had been in the bar of the Penhelig all day. North Wales was Autumn’s bolt hole when life became too much for her. Along with the wine, she drank in Welsh folks legends of mystical times hundreds of years ago.
Hugh was regaling tales of the village long drowned in the estuary. He told her on a clear frosty night the church bells could be heard, but only by those who are lucky in life.
Autumn laughed as she left the pub “ Is it me or are the bells ringing?”
Her Manolos slipped on the icy pavement and she landed unceremoniously on her rear.
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Earlier tales of Autumn:
- Autumn makes her announcement (100 Word Challenge Week #16) (hurtlingtowards60.wordpress.com)
- Autumn Inherits the Bar (100 Word Challenge Week #17) (hurtlingtowards60.wordpress.com)
- A Father’s Dilemma: 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #20 (hurtlingtowards60.wordpress.com)
Thank you Julia at Julia’s Place for running this wonderful outlet for creative writing. Please take a look at some of the very clever, thought provoking and diverse contributions to this week’s prompt which was … is it me or are the bells ringing?…
Here are just a few quick links:
