Friday Fictioneers : A demon in Pa’s seat


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A demon sits in Pa’s seat by the fire.

Head to toe brown, bulbous feet slick and shining, bear-like paws flaking crust. The demon smells dark, of fields after muck spreading and woods just before the first snow falls. The demon stares dumbly into the flames, wide bleached marble eyes, pinprick pupils black as his soul.

I shift, my bare feet cold on the flags. The beast looks up and I’m about to run –

‘Esther?’ The demon stole Pa’s voice.

This is the  night the river bank breaks, turning our farm to mud.

The night Pa’s mind is lost.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. Join in and share and don’t forget to read and comment. See here.



56 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : A demon in Pa’s seat

    1. Wow! Thank you, Chris. High praise indeed. While elements of James’s stories are dated, of course,there are few writers who can conjure creeping dread as he can, so I take that as enormous compliment. Undeserved it may be, but I’ll take that comparison gladly. Thanks so much

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    1. Thank you Ellie. I want to know more too! That’s the joy/problem with flash – you imagine a scene but not necessarily what comes before or after. Thank you for taking the time to read

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    1. Thanks so much Crispina. Glad to give you goose bumps! I do enjoy writing this kind of thing, trying to work out what I can say to make a creeping atmosphere. Thanks so much for reading

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    1. Thank you so much Penny and I’m so glad you liked it. I’m glad that despair came through – a feeling so strong it has changed the man physically and psychologically. Thanks for reading


    1. Thank you Jennifer. I’m so glad you liked the title. I thought the opening line was quite arresting (unusual for me as I can be a bit rubbish at openings) so thought I’d use it. Thanks so much for reading


  1. Dear Lynn,

    As always, your descriptions are impeccably delicious and vivid. But then you slap us in the face with who the demon really is and it’s like a slap in the face and a yank of the heart. Brava!




    1. Thank you Rochelle! Love that it affected you in that way. I have such a clear image in my mind of a man covered in mud, totally exhausted from a day and night trying to save his livelihood and failing, the filth and despair turning him bestial, white eyes showing through the black. Glad it seems to have worked. Thank you for reading, best wishes, Lynn


    1. Thank you, kind C. So glad you liked it. Yes, I wrote an arresting first line for a change instead of having an okay first line and a slow build. Thank you for your kind comment


  2. That’s gold in its sparseness. I can’t see what I’m trumping due to font being white with phone! Ha! Which is why I don’t comment as much 😑


    1. Thank you Bill. Yes, finally got a phone where I can visit the blog and leave comments but find it a real struggle to use. Not very user friendly formats, are they? Thank you so much for reading

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    1. Ah, thank you kindly Jane. That means a great deal from a writer such as yourself. BTW, how’s working with the agent going? You still at the drafting contracts stage?


    1. Thank you Keith! You’re the second reader to say they read it twice which I take as a great compliment (either that or it was indecipherable!) Thank you for your positive comment

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    1. Thanks Yarnspinnerr. Yes, it must be a terrifically isolating life – so many farmers suffer from depression and as you say many take their own lives. Thank you so much for reading

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  3. Such an enthralling story, Lynne. I was hooked from the first sentence – starting to picture a supernatural presence by the fireside- then bang – the power of the last line. So well done.


    1. Thank you so much! I like that idea of the supernatural creeping over into reality, a blurred line between truth and make believe. Glad you liked it


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