In A Bit Of A Flap #writephoto #microfiction

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt this week is


When Harold Lark passed beyond his mortal state he didn’t, in truth, give the ‘what next’ much mind. Mainly because he’d not expected to die while sitting watching TV. And if Harold had been given to metaphysical philosophising, which he wasn’t, his demise was so quick he would have struggled to string ‘what’ to ‘the f…’ before his fridge detonated, vaporising both Harold and the rest of Pretty Trees Close and its twenty residents.
In truth it was all so quick Harold barely had time to consider whether, in this newly acquired state he was standing or floating. It was then he realised he was in fact hovering, using wings that had grown out of his back.
When you’ve spent your life as what you might describe as an incurious Anglican, to find that, in effect you are Buddhist and you have reincarnated as a moth is a bit of a shock. Harold fluttered to a ledge and sat, giving himself a moment to think things through. His thinking went something like this.
‘I’m a moth.’
‘Why a moth?’
‘What do I do?’
‘Is that a lamp?’
‘But why a moth?’
Harold wasn’t ignorant. He had Buddhist friends at the Glee Club he attended – they were particularly good at harmonies – and he was sure they said you reincarnated to a higher state each time. If so surely a moth was a few steps back.
As he pondered this troubling idea – that he must have done something bad to be punished so – an urge to fly gripped him. It was the light, pooling from the other side of the street, that dragged him forward. The part of Harold’s mind that was still human – a part that was beginning to fade – urged caution; the instinctual moth mind shouted ‘tally’ho!’ and urged him forward.
As the newly fragile Harold hurtled across the night sky, homing in on the lamppost, he had two last human thoughts. The first was that he had become a moth because he’d accidentally killed himself and twenty others as a result of forgetting to remove that bloody yoghurt; it probably exploded, short circuiting the chiller unit. The second, and last thought before he smashed into the glass that surrounded the lantern was: ‘Next time, I hope I don’t come back as a sodding moth.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. 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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50 Responses to In A Bit Of A Flap #writephoto #microfiction

  1. Ritu says:

    Lol!!! Poor Harold!!!

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  2. Erika Kind says:

    Hopefully he learned his lesson 😂😂😂

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  3. Al Lane says:

    I rather enjoyed this one…

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  4. Ha ha ha. Last thoughts count? Poor Harold. Too funny. 😀 😛


  5. hrh66 says:

    Really nice writing and effective story. Works really well.

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  6. What a great piece. On a day when smiles are at a premium, this gave me a genuine hearty guffaw!

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  7. Hee hee. I love this. What an imagination. Thoroughly enjoyed the story 😀

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  8. Best sentence EVER!! ‘When you’ve spent your life as what you might describe as an incurious Anglican, to find that, in effect you are Buddhist and you have reincarnated as a moth is a bit of a shock.’ I spat my coffee 😀

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  9. I’m having trouble getting past that exploding frig. Always suspicious of food with bacterial cultures.

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  10. This is fantastic. 😀 Love your take on this prompt. Gave me a good laugh. This one… I could have picked it out as a Geoff flash in a lineup.

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  11. First guffaw of the day, Geoff – it’s a miserable murky Monday out there, I have no plans to go out and was faced with a blank screen and a blank mind this morning. Now you have given me an idea. Cheers

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  12. Norah says:

    Hilarious, Geoff! Only you could pull this off. 🙂

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  13. Harold must have been punished to have come back as a moth! If he hadn’t been frazzled on the boiling hot glass as well as cut to pieces, he probably would have been swatted away or eaten by the dog if he were to be unlucky enough to fly into my house!

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