Festival Fun #shortstory #flashfiction #microcosms

Undercover cop/field/memoir

A festival of fun

Madame Dahlia read leaves; Clarissa Smyth made charms. Each year they hired a tent next to each other at the Herbs and Hope Festival. Dahlia liked it sunny with puffs of dust; Clarrie preferred the rain and sticky mud.
This year it rained. Clarrie sang, while Dahlia stayed inside dispensing gloom over Twinings. After a particularly sharp flash flood, Dahlia watched in horror as a portaloo floated past. ‘That’s it I’m staying undercover.’
Clarrie smiled. ‘You need anything?’
Dahlia hesitated. ‘I promised that man I’d find his bag. It’s his life, he said. ‘Just some old shit, but it’s important to me.’’
Clarrie looked at the last customer. ‘What about lost property?’
‘It’s hopeless. The bag will be in there.’ She pointed at the rivers of mud. ‘I so want to help. He reminds me of dad, of when I first felt the fuzzies and knew I had a gift. Finding it would be like going down memory lane.’
Clarrie offered Dahlia a pair of wellies. ‘We’d better try.’
Dahlia was far from happy. She huddled under the cover of a huge brolly while directing Clarrie. At each junction, she waited for a sign – a falling leaf, the flap of a scarf, a blown strand of hair – before setting off. Finally, they reached the river. On the other side, a tree sported debris from the flash flood. Two bags hung from the branches and a plank lay on the bank. ‘We get one shot by the looks. So which is it?’
Dahlia paused; just then the portaloo hurtled past. In the swirling water left in its wake a thin pointy turd popped to the surface. It indicated the bag on the left. Dahlia and Clarrie exchanged a look. ‘I guess that must be it then.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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15 Responses to Festival Fun #shortstory #flashfiction #microcosms

  1. Sometimes, it leads us there. It happens. ☺

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  2. Plumbing the depths Geoff? 😀

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  3. Ritu says:

    Oh my! I did giggle reading this Hussain Geoffleship!!!

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  4. Ritu says:

    Oh my! I did giggle reading this His!!! Geoffleship!!!

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  5. I’m busy dying of the flu here – and you still raised a chuckle!! Good one!!

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  6. I should have known you were up to something with the first mention of ” portaloo”… LOL. Geoff, you are one of a kind — in the best way. Hugs.

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  7. Not one to read just before tucking into breakfast but, nonetheless, a great way to raise a smile and chuckle on a Saturday morning. Chocolate spread on my toast? I think I’ll stick with the blackcurrant jam. 😀

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  8. Sacha Black says:

    You and your toilet humour 😂

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  9. Ritu says:

    Too funny!!! And I know I’m commenting for the second time but I giggled as much this time reading it as I did the last!!!

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