Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

Death  was  tired, that just goes without saying  really. It was a full moon and this  always  played  havoc  with his  old bones. Shivering he  crossed  the moors alone  and  weary. As  he  crossed  the horizon …he  is  Death  and if  he  wants  to cross an horizon  I am not  going to stop him are  you ? he cursed his job.

As he  hobbled  on he was truly  regretting  that  he had  allowed  his apprentice  to have  the  night off  and  take his  horse out  for a ride. Death pondered  once again the pros and cons  of  upgrading  to a car or  a helicopter but  the last time  he had  mentioned  this  to the man upstairs  he had  been told in no uncertain terms  that  scary horses were, what was expected  and scary horses it  would  remain for himself  and his  three apocalyptic brothers.

Suddenly  he  saw  the sign in the distance, it looked  to any passing  mortal , like  an unusual pub sign. It was in fact an empty frame in which a wizard’s hat was suspended. This to the informed, indicated  the presence  of  an Enchanted  Tavern.

Tonight  Death had an usual job. One  of  this  earth’s  oldest  soothsayers had  come to the end of  a very long  and  busy life. The chap , Nigel by name , had  overseen many a century  of wars, evil doings, shady deals and even shadier politicians and of late a Brexit . It was the Brexit  that had  been the  sight too many  for Nigel.

Nigel sat  by the  fire in the  huge  and yet cosy hostelry  surrounded  by old friends  and old foes, eating a sumptuous meal of steak and ale pie and chips. A huge bottle  of Malbec  sat on the table  in front of him.

It had been noted by the regulars  that Nigel  had  absolutely  nothing to say  tonight . This was most unusual  for him because  he  was always  telling  tales of  death  destruction  and  dystonian futures. Not tonight Nigel  was on a mission to eat his dinner  and drink as much wine as was un-humanly possible.

As  the door blew open, Nigel put his  knife  and fork down , and as clearly  as he could  with a mouth full of  meat and pastry, addressed  the Spectre as he entered.  “Your early, Death  me old friend. I ‘ave  not  finished me dinner yet” 

No one  bothered to look around as  Death entered  and approached Nigel’s table. “Calm down I am here now  and I am quite  happy to sit awhile  and enjoy a rest , it’s bloody raw out there. ” Death replied as  he plonked  a large egg timer  down on the table  between himself  and Nigel. “We have time enough for  you to share a pudding  with me while we let  the sands run out.I have never diddle anyone  out of  anytime. ”

Taking  an empty glass off of a passing barmaid  Death poured himself  a good measure of wine. He sat down , groaning loudly  and took a large mouthful which  ran straight through him and unto the sawdust floor.

Nigel and  Death  finished  the  meal, the wine  and  a spotted dick  and custard  then sat in silence  watching  the  last of  Nigel’s life drain away. As the last grain of  sand  fell on to the large pile  laying  in the lower part of  the timer Nigel let out  a huge belch and  stepped out of  his  body. Death  dragged himself up out of his  warm and  comfy chair.

As they  left  the tavern, no one  took any notice of  them. Death,  though not  a frequent visitor  never caused a stir.  Outside the two spirits looked up at  the sign and  the cloudy sky. “Before  we go” said Nigel  ” Who’s  hat  was  that ” Death looked at him in shocked surprise and replied “You mean,you, the greatest soothsayer of  all, don’t know”   Nigel looked Death straight  in  the eye sockets and hissed “Na , if I knew I wouldn’t  ask ya would I.” Death  grinned , to be honest  he had a permanent grin. Slowly  he  he guided  Nigel away and  out of  earshot and  replied ” Well I suppose it doesn’t matter now  it belonged to ……………………

Back inside  the  tavern  everything  went on as  normal …or what passed  for normal in those circles. The cleaner sighed  as he  cleared up the  sticky mess of  food and  wine  that Death  had left in his wake.


This  is  my  entry  for

Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto


48 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. James Pyles
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 14:42:39

    Now I want to know.


  2. newepicauthor
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 15:01:02

    That was a very intriguing story and I always thought about trying spotted dick, but there is something about the name that has prevented me from doing so. I noticed that you wrote, “scary horses where, what was expected” and I think that this should be, “scary horses were, what was expected”.


    • willowdot21
      Mar 14, 2019 @ 15:09:31

      Hi you are dead right about the were thank you ❤ Spotty Dick is a fruit sponge or suet steamed pudding served with custard or cream's light and very tasty and even looks good. Don't be put off by the name ❤


  3. TanGental
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 15:41:22

    Ah excellent, and we are on the same page as I’ve used the prompt to take a view on Death as you’ll see shortly. What an odd old world that a pub sign should do that for us both?


  4. robertawrites235681907
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 16:28:24

    What a great story, Willow.


  5. trentpmcd
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 17:21:02

    I wonder how many wizard pubs there will be today? None like yours, and I’m sure Death won’t be visiting them all in person. Well, maybe not. Great story and the perfect tone.


  6. Ritu
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 18:19:20

    This was good sis!!


  7. Iain Kelly
    Mar 14, 2019 @ 18:39:28

    Wonderful, reminded me very much of Terry Pratchett and the Discworld, which I adore! 🙂


  8. Jane Dougherty
    Mar 15, 2019 @ 12:38:23

    This made me laugh, Willow! I wondered if Nigel wasn’t Farage. Soothsayer, maybe, certainly not truthsayer.


  9. Hélène - Willow Poetry
    Mar 17, 2019 @ 03:10:33

    Wow, you are creatively writing fantasy books worth of stories lately. So much fun how you construct the plot and make it all so interesting.


  10. Sue Vincent
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 17:49:26

    Brilliant, Willow 😀 And now I fancy that pudding 😉


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  12. Michele Jones
    Mar 18, 2019 @ 21:57:54

    Good one. You have me guessing about the hat.


  13. jenanita01
    Mar 20, 2019 @ 09:51:02

    Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.


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  15. memadtwo
    Mar 21, 2019 @ 17:36:23

    Great details. (K)


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