Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Choose Wisely my Son


 Wanna buy a castle?
Wanna buy a castle?
Down a weedy avenue to lower Westonderry Woods stood an abandoned castle, tumbling down stone by stone.  But once, this castle had been filled with light, music, and laughter, along with copious amounts of alcohol.

Lord Brandon Quentin Fielding-Larson,a charismatic bachelor, had inherited a massive fortune which opened many doors to him, including the world of high society.  Lord Larson swept newly debuted young ladies off their feet.  And, if his charm succeeded, he swept them onto their backs.

 Soon he was swimming in debt.  All of his creditors were folding up his mortgages and moving in on him.  Also, many outraged titled fathers of pregnant young debutantes were circling their carriages around him.

Seeing no escape and not being one to cower  before the angry men, Lord Larson hastily buried the ledger notebook under heavy wood planks, and stormed to the stables, saddling the fastest horse there.  Off he thundered, applying a riding crop with a heavy hand.

The horse came back alone, a wise decision on Lord Brandon Quentin Fielding-Larson’s part, probably the only one he had ever made.

This post was from 2015 and I really enjoyed writing it. The italicized underlined words are Wednesday Words, originally established by Delores as a way to challenge writers to play with words. Losing too many computer battles, Delores passed the baton to creative bloggers, Elephant's Child and River.

Pleased pop over there and check the Wednesday Words. You will not regret it.




20 comments:

  1. I'd love to have my own castle!

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    1. Take lots of blankets--castles are realllly cold!

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  2. Oh dear, the Lord certainly bit off more than he could chew. I wonder if he will ever come back to face the music.

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    1. Who knows? Maybe he hopped a ship bound for Iceland?

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  3. I think he was a scoundrel and a coward, but no doubt his face will be his fortune where-ever he lands...

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  4. Just wondering did you know Lord BQF-L? LOL I did like the story, a good read. You do know that English area and castles. Yep, and from what I saw in Germany they can be cold..... Never saw a castle in England, too much time in the pubs around Piccadilly Circus. LOL
    jack ( & Sherry, but not in the pubs) ;-)

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    1. Some how I thought you would be in a Pub. We have been in Piccadilly Circus, but it different from yours.

      Lots of castles in England and Ireland! We visited many and their heating systems are sub-standard.

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  5. You're so creative with these prompts! I'd love to live in a castle -- providing someone else would clean.

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  6. Those types usually get what they deserve eventually.

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  7. Another entitled noble who was bold and brave- until he wasn't. This is why God uses struggle to reveal us.

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  8. At least he knew when to quit (quit the particular circle of friends, that is).

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    1. Where he goes, he will find about the same problems.

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  9. Folks who accumulate huge debts and line wildly have been with us a long time. I suspect that they will be with us a long time into the future.

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!