Kenny’s wife kicked him out. “She’s mentally ill,” he said. He stayed with friends. After too many repetitious stories whilst invading her personal space, the friend’s wife ousted him. “Poor Digby,” he said. Next, some acquaintances without wives. They evicted him when he gambled his cash and stopped paying his way, . “Ungrateful,” he said. “Better by meself. I’ve got me boat, car and clothes. That’s all I need.” He ate, drank and showered at the golf club then wobbled the short distance to bed.
Rudely awoken, Kenny heard, “Get your boat outta the carpark. We’re giving you the boot.”
In repsonse to Charli’s prompt where she asks:
January 18, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots. Whose boots are they, where do they go and what is their significance? Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by January 23, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 24). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Always blaming someone else for the mess he makes.
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Yes everyone but himself.
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A great characterization, Irene.
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Thanks Robbie.
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Well deserved boot!
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Absolutely.
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I actually knife people like this! Well done!
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Yikes. I know people like this too, but do not respond with violence.
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Thanks Corina.
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lol a hilarious take on the topic and vastly different to someone else’s that I just read, well done
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Thanks Kate. I always find it interesting how many different directions one prompt will go with only the very odd bit of overlapping.
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our creativity comes in so many forms which is what makes it both unique and delightful 🙂
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Loved it so much that I decided to give it a try myself. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you and glad you are joining in. The ranch is a great place to share stories.
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Hee hee. The guy that refuses to be amazed at how many people are wrong in the face of his rightness.
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Picture perfect example of a wastrel! Great story.
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Thanks Anuarag.
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Some folks just done get it, and then “get it!”
(I know different Icon, but the fiction links @ cr work)
~Jules
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Not our Kenny. Nice gravatar – what are you using your new site for?
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Fiction and long verse are the same – I sent and email… but here’s the new daily:
DJbJ
Turns out I wasn’t the only one…to be targeted. So another friend told me.
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I don’t seem to have got an email. I’ve just checked and there isn’t one there. Not to worry I have your new site.
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At least a kind friend told me how to eliminate the dots with the line space code of
Replace the ‘dots’ whilst in the TEXT/HTML view of the blog editor with this code:
Always something. Eessh.
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Well thats a move forward on the techo path.
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Like the tortoise… slow and steady.
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You write so well with dark humor, Irene. This character seems to find plenty of fault but his circle of blame is narrowing.
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Yes I don’t know how people like him get on when there is no-one left to blame – do they suddenly have a crisis of self-esteem?
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I think the reality of such a person is not reality.
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I’m not so sure Charli.
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I meant that reality “for” such a person is not reality as the rest of us know it!
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LOL. My misread. Yes I think that is true.
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And don’t let the door slam you in the rump on your way out! Loved it! 😀
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Haha. Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Just to let you know at least on one of my sites the HTML glitch has gone away (for copy and pasting) and I didn’t need the space keepers… I’ll have to see if it works on my other sites or if ‘it’ was a techno fault.
Cheers, Jules
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At least you have it under some kind of control now. Techno hitches give me a headache and I just want to throw my arms up in the air and walk away.
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I’d do that… but then I’d have to find another audience. 😀
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No that won’t work. Too much effort has gone into the last one.
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Good to keep the ‘true’ friends and let the others who were just tagging along gently ride into another sunset. I do not mean to be cruel, but I just can’t deal with hundreds of followers who never left a comment and/ or only wanted to sell their own product that had nothing to do with ‘what we do’.
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I used to get a lot of sellers in the early days – I think they prey on people who they think might be desperate for followers. Now, if I get them, they are better disguised. One I thought was going to be a seller turned out to be my regular favourite skywatch Friday view – I wonder how many people wiped him without checking him out.
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Like a carpenter, measure twice, cut once. 😀
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