What You Wish For – Magpie Tales

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“Clara, this hotel really wasn’t what I was hoping for. I’m really rather disappointed. I thought the Swiss were all about precision, order and cleanliness? Aren’t net curtains supposed to cover the entire window?”

For goodness sake, Beatty! All you’ve done since we got here is moan. First it was the food, then it was the snow, then it was the language barrier. Now, it’s the hotel. Do you even know how much it costs to stay in hotels all the time? We’re running out of money!”

“But why didn’t you say? Graham always handled that side of things….”

“I’m telling you now. Honestly, do you think money grows on trees?”

“Oh, you’re so mean? You sound just like Graham!”

“Beatty, I’m sorry, but I’m starting to hav some sympathy with the man. You really are clueless.”

“And now I know what Jeremy meant when he told me how hard you are. Poor, poor man!”


Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales – In a similar manner to last week, I wrote two tales earlier for VisDare and Five Sentence Fiction, and thought it would be good to round them off with this little offering.

This week, we have first, Little Women, second, Little Men, and to round it off, this tale.  Did anybody get what they wanted?

Little Men – Five Sentence Fiction


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“Graham, you simply have to pull yourself together, old chap, it won’t do any good.”

“She’s gone, gone off with your wife, no less – I knew she was a bad influence, flighty, undisciplined and full of crackpot ideas. You should have kept her in hand when you had the chance!”

“Now steady on there, it takes two to tango, don’t you know!”

“Yes… doesn’t it just!!”



Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction. I’ve once again, tied it in with my entry into Angela’s VisDare – this is the husbands’ reaction!

Please do visit here to read more Five Sentence Fiction! No two pieces will be the same…

Mother Hen – Magpie Tales


Lor’! He were like a moth to a flame, that boy! I told him, I did, that it would come to a bad end, but would he listen? No, course he wouldn’t, he was blinded by her, that fancy piece and her airy ways!

I tell you though, he should’ve gone for my Lucy, he should. She had a steady job with prospects, she did. Safely settled at that Captain de Riviera’s town house, working hard as a lady’s maid. And most of all, she loved the bones of him, she really did.

P’shaw! Look what’s become of them all! That boy Kit wanderin’ the streets lighting lamps every night, talking to ‘isself like a madman, and that young lady, dead an’ all. She come to a bad end, she did, an’ I feel sorry for the Captain, rattlin’ around alone in that big old house of his, really I do.

But it’s my Lucy I worrit on, day and night. That boy can’t see how much she loves him. Always did an’ always will. How it hurt her to see him blinded by that fancy girl’s ways… I don’t know how she stood it all along…


Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales – I hope you enjoy it! If it feels like you’ve stepped part way into a story, you’ll be right! I wrote two tales yesterday for VisDare and Five Sentence Fiction, and thought it would be good to round them off with this little offering.

They are told from three different perspectives – firstly, that of Kit Roberts’ mysterious admirer, next Little Mo and finally, as told here, Lucy’s mother. Did something sinister happen? You betcha! Who played a foul game? That would be telling!