The Memo

Photo prompt © Dale Rogerson

 

“What are these things?” Kyle pointed.

“What things?” Patty barely glanced up from the tablecloth she was wrestling for the birthday party. Forecast said “mild and pleasant” but the breeze apparently hadn’t gotten the memo.

“These,” Kyle insisted.

She sighed. Looked. Frowned. The contraptions hadn’t been there last night. Some modern art nonsense?

“Hold this,” she gave Kyle control of the tablecloth’s edges.

It looked like an assembly of pipes, but the closer she got, the less she wanted to go nearer. She checked her watch. Where was everyone?

“Mama!”

She spun at his shriek. A lumbering pipe-man had Kyle.

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

 

 

66 thoughts on “The Memo

  1. Na’ama Y’karah,

    “Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling….” Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. 😉 An eerie story to go with the lighting in the picture. i want to know more about the pipe people. Imaginative.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • LOL for the music score … Oy vey!
      Yeah, eerie photo for sure, or at least it came across that way for me, hence the story it evoked …
      I would sort of like to know more about the pipe-people, in theory only … 😉

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  2. Haha! I love this, Na’ama! It’s great to see people’s wild imagination when we know what the picture is, eh?

    I think I’ll hold on to Zeke a little tighter the next time we foolishly decide to walk to this park 😉

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  3. I read the story and then the comments and now I’m all mixed up about being funny and outraged about pipeman and I don’t know what to say!
    Yep, I can see where those things in the background might look like pipes and being scary and maybe about to sing Y.M.C.A. Good story. 🙂

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