OLWG #46- George Harrison Used to Live Here

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below was written for practice ’cause practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Leaning in I pay the cabbie his fare, dropping the notes into his outstretched palm. He takes the money and speeds away into the night. I straighten and move tentatively to the edge of the pavement. The regatta begins on the morrow and I have wagers to place. There should be a Ladbrokes around here someplace. I need to find it. I need a whisky too, and most importantly, I should find suitable lodging for the night.

It was dark, it was quiet, it was late, I wasn’t quite sure where I was but I could smell the river so I followed my nose; carefully navigating the cobblestones, still slick from an earlier misting. I hadn’t gone far when I was pulled up suddenly, startled by the sight of a stocky, red-bearded man standing at the entrance to an alleyway. He wears jeans and a waistcoat over a button down shirt; he beckons me over. I am reluctant to go. He looks almost fierce and I am but a gambler. What if he means me harm, I pause and study him as he reaches inside his mac to remove something.

I fear a blade or a piece, but it’s neither. He holds forth a necklace, a long gold chain, and puts it in my hand. It’s a locket. I open it and see a four-leaf clover, held pressed beneath a small glass pane on the left side. The other side of the locket frames a small portrait of my mother. She is younger in the photo than when I ever knew her, but I recognize her straight away. Her hair is longer and worn in a style I never saw. She’s smiling and looking straight at the camera. She looks happy.

“What the fuck?” I question and look up at the man. He’s gone. I still have the locket.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. what a rush
  2. on the corner
  3. don’t slam that door

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

9 thoughts on “OLWG #46- George Harrison Used to Live Here

  1. I have no idea how your title relates to your story, but never mind. 🙂 I love the wistfulness of this. The cynic in me says your narrator has had enough whisky already, but the optimist is smiling as he is left with the locket and the man disappears. A tale to be continued.

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  2. The title is a reference to the town where I fancied the story to be set. I needed a river and I needed cobblestones, twisty streets and alleyways.

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