You know the Red Mountain Market and Deli? Closed up, oh, fifteen years ago I guess. Round the time we had that spate of fires.
Owner was a guy called Stanley Ludd – brick-coloured hair, smelled of old books and floral disinfectant. Ran the place with his mother, Coral, and what a mean old biddy she was – used to bawl poor Stanley out in front of the customers, beat him sometimes.
She died in one of those fires, got trapped in the library somehow.
Never saw a prettier sight than all that paper burning, flames the colour of new bricks.
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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See here to join in and to read the other stories.
I like the implication artfully hidden there. 🙂
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Thanks Crispina 🙂
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Wonderfully woven tale of “liberation”, Lynn!
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Thank you Dale 🙂
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Clever prefiguring of the final fire with Red Mountain, Stanley’s brick-coloured hair and, of course, the brick building itself. Even Coral’s name is reminiscent when I recall my mother’s penchant for polished red coral ornaments, bought in the fifties and glinting in evening lamplight of her sitting room.
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Thanks so much Chris. Glad you picked up on the red references. I guess it was always going to end badly for someone. I’ve seen bits of coral used in dummies for children of wealthy Victorians – never struck me as a healthy substance to use, but then if you’re living in an age where it’s acceptable to give your baby cocaine based medicine … Do you still have any of your mum’s coral?
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Maybe Stanley’d had enough of smelling like books. Good detail, Lynn!
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That’s quite possible! Thank you Sascha 🙂
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Shame some books had to be sacrificed, but it sounds to have been in a good cause. 🙂 Nice one, Lynn.
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Thank you Sandra. And yes, I did wonder about making it a library, but Stanley had to be saved. Thanks for reading
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Nice gossipy voice in this one. Love the insinuation of guilt. No tears shed at that barbeque. 😊
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Thanks Andrea! Not a tear shed, you’re right!
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I really like your story – dramatic. atmospheric. where justice prevailed for Stanley. Gave me a taste for the next chapter…
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Thank you so much! Really glad you enjoyed it
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Very subtly done.
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Thank you Sarah 🙂
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Now that was clever.
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Thanks so much, Tessa
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Heh, Utterly deserved!
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Ha! You may be right there. Thanks Pola
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Dear Lynn,
What a tapestry you’ve woven with this one. Coral won’t be missed…the way you used color and scents is magnificent.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Aw, thank you so much, Fairy Blogmother! So very kind of you to say so 🙂
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Stanley’s revenge, perhaps?
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I think so. Thanks for reading 🙂
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You’ve brought the characters to life with those descriptions, I think Stanley finally liberated himself. Nicely done.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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I wonder how many in the town looked the other way knowing full well what may have happened…!
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A fair few, I’d guess. Thanks for reading, Iain
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Lynn! How could you! All those books!
But seriously, what a super story. You tell it obliquely and by inference, and yet you leave little doubt that the arsonist was a man with brick-coloured hair and that Coral’s death was murder. Well done!
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Thank you so much Penny. So glad you liked it. I like dropping the clues in, but like it even more when it seems to work for people. Thanks so much
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I wonder just what kept Coral trapped in that library… Excelletn writing and details again.
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A very securely locked door? Thanks Gabi
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Beautifully descriptive, Lynn!
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Thank you Susan 🙂
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Nice!
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Thanks Dawn
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