Short story: The Agglestone


‘Come on, careful’ said Flora laughing and walking backwards uphill, her hands holding those of the blindfolded Richard. She had that September first-day-of-school excitement inside her. ‘It’s worth it, I promise.’ Richard’s foot slid on the loose stones of the path, and he staggered, swearing. ‘Careful,’ she said again.

At the top she guided him over the rock on his hands and knees. ‘Keep right! Now sit. Ready?’ She pulled the scarf from his eyes. Laid out before them was a woven cloth of purple heath and bright gorse, trimmed with yellow sand, then beyond, the slow, sleepy-headed sea. 


This week I’ve been roped into a blog tour about ‘My Writing Process’. If you’re interested, you can read my post here.


For those who don’t know how Friday Fictioneers works, this picture (this time supplied by Danny Bowman) is our inspiration for our weekly online writing group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click here to read other people’s amazing stories or to join in. And please comment below with any suggestions for improvement on mine.


47 thoughts on “Short story: The Agglestone

  1. Ah… see, I missed the Agglestone reference, had to look it up. Sounds like a lovely place for a picnic, though.


  2. I wasn’t sure what to expect at the end, but the whole description of the scenery was gorgeous! What would I give to sit somewhere with such a view right now…


  3. Claire, given the tendency of FFeers to go all dark, I was expecting something terrible at the end, for our blind-folded fellow. However, the vista was a wonderful surprise, for him and for your readers. Really nicely done.


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