Paddy thought exile would free his mind, but Norman was always the reminder.
He eased the foot high piano-player from inside his guitar and they began to duet. A crowd gathered, astonished at the tiny virtuoso.
As always one had to ask. ‘Who’s he?’
‘My curse.’
Paddy couldn’t explain. Saving a leprechaun meant he got his dearest wish but, of course he had to save the only deaf imp in Ireland. He’d been young, foolish and only thought of girls. Slipping Norman away, once again he relived his astonishment when he received his wish: a twelve inch pianist.
This was written in response to Don Massenzio’s #stockpicturechallenge, here
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.
It’s not even 6.30 in the morning – one sip of coffee and in I settle to see what has rolled out of your imagination and dripped onto the page today. I read. I look at the picture for a clue. Another sip and I read again. Nothing ….Oh! Ha-ha! You should have published this one on April 1st.
TanGental 
Had to think about that for a second or two
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It’s worth the wait…maybe…
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so funny!
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thank you Leara
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I got it after twice through, which is pretty good for a prude like me. 🙂
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nothing like a little Sunday smut, huh! Yes, a cheap if old gag revisited…
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Ha ha 😂
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It’s not even 6.30 in the morning – one sip of coffee and in I settle to see what has rolled out of your imagination and dripped onto the page today. I read. I look at the picture for a clue. Another sip and I read again. Nothing ….Oh! Ha-ha! You should have published this one on April 1st.
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yes, that’s true, would have made perfect sense… since at least you had to work for your splutter
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These are the good ones though – I didn’t see it coming and when it did I still had to work at it. Clever clogs!!
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Well done again Geoff, poor Paddy nothing as dangerous as a deaf leprechaun , except maybe a death Lepard! 🌹🌹
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Ah i might even get a rock band out of that one
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You might just 🤪
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Oh dear. Ha. You’ve done it again, Geoff!
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Oops. Maybe i should instigate a ‘ lack of good taste’ warning sequence?
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Ha. No, surprises are always good, when you’re doing the writing!
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Flattery will get you everywhere..
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