Samhain 2015: Creative writing
When she saw the ornate jewellery box she
just had to have it, even though it was locked
and the auctioneer said the key was lost.
Bidding was brisk and it cost her more than
she could afford.
Her husband prised the box open to find it
contained live bullets.
We had a week off school, and were told it was
to help get in the potatoes, but it meant we
could stay up late. At night the some
neighbours might come in.
The men played cards and told us ghost stories
and we looked for pictures in the flames.
The rosary would not be said until the visitors
went home. We undressed by the heat of the
fire. By the time we get to bed we can hardly
keep our eyes open. It is just as well because
we had been scared by the stories.
“Wayne, right”? The taxi driver called to the
lone man who emerged from the train station.
He stowed the traveller’s back pack in the boot.
“That all you got?;
“I didn’t expect to be met.”
Meanwhile George Wainright paced the station
platform fuming at the non arrival of his