Mable my Love & News of Roddy (2 flashes of fiction)

Mable my Love (100 words)

By Bob French

Albert knew he had to rush.  The train was never late and he had promised to say good bye.

As he rounded the corner, he ran into the people who had just gotten off the train.

          “Scuse me! Oh, for Heaven’s sakes, get out of the blooming way!”   But few took any notice.

Reaching the platform only to see Mable in the arms of another man.  Without thinking, Albert charged the man knocking him to the floor.

Mable screamed at him, then yelled, “Albert, get off my brother!”

Copyright Bob French
 

News of Roddy (200 words)

Bob French

William Ackroyd, was a proud Devonshire hill farmer who had fought alongside King Edward III of England on numerous occasions.  As he stood watching over the new lambs skipping and jumping across the lush green grass of the foot hills, his thoughts wondered back to the day his eldest son, Roddy, left to fight for Edward the III, just like he had, only he had gone to war with his father’s broad sword, whilst Roddy had proven himself as a bowman.

          Then, on a cold June morning, just as he was about to let out the sheep into the high fields, a man hailed him from yonder path.

          “Be you William Ackroyd?”

          William froze as the traveler started to make his way down the path towards him.

          “I bid you good morning’ William Ackroyd, and beg if I may for a crust of bread, for I still have a  ways to go.”

          William could see from the traveler’s garb that he was wearing the tabard of the King and assumed that he had come bearing news of Roddy.

          “Come fellow, come inside.”

          “Sorry, I can’t stay; I’m just here to say your son Roddy is well and sends his love.”

Copyright Bob French