A short story of 100 words (for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers using photo prompt) and in six sentences (for GirlieonEdge’s Six Sentence Story, “knot”).
The Bell-ringer
Remember the bell-ringer, Sundar!
Mummy, just now I’m trying to find . . . !
There once was a bell-ringer whose job it was to . . .
ring the bell at dawn announcing Christmas.
He was born without . . .
no, born with a heart of gold that shone . . .
and stomach in knots he’d walk remembering Christ Jesus,
all alone, in the dark town
past sleeping people.
Look up, Sundar, you’re almost there and . . .
I can see you, Mummy, I can see you!
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NEWS ALERT: Elderly man found dead in church bell-tower.
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Such a sweet and poignant story Dora
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A seasonal chiller. Well done
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I like your description of his “walk remembering Christ Jesus”. That’s where he got his heart of gold.
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I’m holding my breath..
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I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I think the old man’s life passed before his eyes before leaving this world. I’m happy he was a boy again, enjoying the holidays with his mother ❤
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I found this mysterious and haunting at the same time. I wonder what really is going on.
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Just a touch of The Little Match Girl mood?
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You certainly created an atmosphere there, Dora. The two voices ( are they two?), the name Sundar…I feel there is more than meets the eye in your story.
Excellent storytelling, leaving us hoping for the continuation of it.
But even if you don’t… the bell tolls!
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And so the bell ringer rings. The peal of bells echo. Do the echoes lift the man’s soul to heaven? Surely, there was peace in his passing.
A mysteriously captivating Six, Dora.
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May he rest in peace, that’s a deep story, so many layers.
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Every time a bell rings an angel gets their wings. Maybe he got his?
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Cleverly constructed piece, Dora
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Sundar. Bless him. He exited while remembering his childhood. Lovely.
Merry Christmas, Dora. Xoxo
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Dear Dorah,
Poignant tale of a man’s last few moments on earth. Hopefully he was greeted with, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” Merry Christmas.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A touching tale indeed, Dora.
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Dora, this is surely one of your best!
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So he died remembering a happy childhood – what could be better?
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As we sleep he walks… Mysterious and atmospheric.
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I’m not quite sure whether this is a chiller or full of the hope of life after death. The idea of recognising the presence of someone who has died is really somewhat spooky!
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Great atmosphere Dora, love it 🙂
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Very poignant, Dora, loved it.
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This piece has an interesting and captivating style, sad and hopeful at the same time.
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i feel a sense of poignancy in this story. truly heartfelt. well done.
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Merry Christmas, friend!! 🙂
–Shay
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Sweet and sad!
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I love the way you wrote this. I could picture two people fading in and out as they told the story, so to speak. Whether it is his memories or actual people talking, works for me.
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