Flash fiction: The Sable Stole


‘My Aunt – my mother’s sister – had a sable stole.’
‘Stole?’ Cara frowned.
‘A collar, a scarf, made from real fur,’ I said. ‘Once, I came home early and it was draped over the back of a kitchen chair. I was reaching out towards it when she came down the stairs, my father following her.’
Cara raised her eyebrows.
‘She said I could stroke it and touch the tiny paws if I said nothing to my mother.’
‘And did you?’ Cara asked.
‘Touch it, or say something?’ I sighed. ‘She left me the stole in her will. I watched it burn.’


The name of this house took me in a less than obvious direction this week for my 100-word Friday Fictioneers story. Join in. Read other people’s. The picture this week is supplied by Ceayr.


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54 thoughts on “Flash fiction: The Sable Stole

  1. Dear Claire,

    Ever so subtle and well told. I read it a couple of times and am better for having done so. Funny that her aunt should leave her the stole, isn’t it? As for your take on the prompt…perfect.




  2. I like the last bit especially. One of the things I enjoy about your stories is that you give the reader just enough information to construct an entire reality around the hundred words. The burning of the stole, enlivened by the active sentence. Dynamic and tense with a great rhythm. Well done.


  3. I really like this… first of all there is an inherent pun in the combination “sable stole” (as if there was a sabre stolen)… and that worked so well into confusion resulting in explanation.. Then the last part of the dialogue that really turned it all around again… I actually think this could be a brought directly into a play… (are you becoming a playwright also?)..

    C – really nothing to add…


  4. I like how Cara raised her eyebrows (simultaneously to mine). It is so difficult for children to be faithful to both parents and not be torn apart. You present guilt and regret for betrayal subtly and with great skill, I have nothing to C.


  5. First reading….interesting. Second reader, following the relations, I realized why she burned the stole. She was witness to her father and aunt having an affair. As if touching the tiny paws could erase that image and that knowledge. I’d burn it too.
    Well done!


  6. It’s when the details click together and you read it the second time that the weight of this story really comes across. I really liked how the main plot happened without anyone really mentioning it.


  7. Sorry about the ‘Oh’ above. Not sure what happened there. I was going to say ‘Oh dear …’ but I’ve totally lost my train of thought now. So I’ll just say that I really like this story, and I admire how you’ve suggested at so much in the narrator’s motives – obviously she didn’t tell, but why? And with the burning of the stole, is she guilt-ridden, or relieved? So much to ponder. Wonderful.


  8. Damn this Flash Fiction stuff – it’s addictive!
    Love this piece.
    I feel for the glamorous aunt who has to bear the brunt of disapproval from all the adults commenting here! Think Daddy had a part to play too!!!
    However, a child’s eye view would definately put her in the villain’s role!


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