One glass sangria – Friday Fictioneers

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Lorna had insisted that the ceremony was to be cheerful, a ceremony disregarding her suffering towards the end. A ceremony to commemorate a life of Happiness shared with her sister Mary and Lorna’s beloved husband Henry, all they had done together before cancer.

Music and sangria at her wake was tasteful, but soon it went too far. Mary and Henry kissed, and when Henry’s hand slipped under Mary’s skirt, a glass of sangria hit the floor.

Shocked, Henry looked at Mary, and at Lorna’s portrait where a hideous grin was plastered across her face. The poltergeist’s laughter was clearly audible.


This week Rochelle have selected this picture for us. I’m not sure, but to me this took a more humorous turn at the end, anyway I hope it was at least fairly original.

Friday Fictioneers under the guidance of Rochelle is close to 100 bloggers who every week write a 100 word story on the same picture.
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February 12, 2014

40 responses to “One glass sangria – Friday Fictioneers”

  9. excellent twist! i used to say i wanted everyone to do tequila shots on my wake. but it doesn’t mean that i want them to forget me too soon!! 🙂

  16. So much speculation after reading this — was something going on between them before; was this Lorna’s revenge, was Lorna possessing/controlling them. Excellent tale with lots of hidden depths.

  21. I like to think Lorna wanted her loved ones to move on with their lives…together. But then again, sex might not have been what she had in mind. More like…hand-holding…

  24. Ooh, chill up my spine Björn! I had a friend Lorna, who died last year of cancer. She was a fan of sangria, and she would absolutely come back to put her husband in his place, if he were to do this… nicely written!

  27. Bjorn, you’ll have to talk to Janet about her daughter’s ability to embue her work with otherworldly powers. Lorna may have loved Henry and Mary, but not together–especially at her memorial service. Looks like she put a permanent kibosh on that relationship and probably doomed the painting. Good story.

  31. I’m with Helena. Wonder what the three of them had done together before Lorna’s cancer? When the painting changed, I bet poor Henry lost his boner.

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