“Get them boots offa the table Fred.” Marion’s face screwed up as she spat her words with venom.
“Love, believe me, them boots are magic.”
“Baloney. Get rid of ’em or I will.” Fred remained motionless, watching Marion put on the coffee pot.
“I’m orf to bed love.”
“I’m not tired yet.”
“No wonder all that coffee you poured down yourself.” He lumbered off, yawning and soon his snores rumbled around the hut. Marion picked up the boots but in place of the bin was an Indian Village. An Indian squaw sat beside her.
“Well I’ll be danged. Fred’s right.”
Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Adam Ikes for providing the photo prompt this week.
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) 
Magical boots, indeed
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Perhaps
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nice one!
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Thanks Beth
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Dear Irene,
Those boots were magic, weren’t they? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS there should be ‘u’ in squaw. 😉
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Thank you Rochelle. Thanks for picking up my spelling. I thought it looked incorrect will fix.
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Laughing.
Fun tale.
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Laughing is good
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She’s had way too much coffee!! 🙂
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I think so too.
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Maybe she put a little something extra into all that coffee 🙂 Great story, fun. Made me smile.
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Glad it made you smile. Coffee could have been Irish 😀
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Truly magical. No-one could have predicted that outcome.
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Thanks Sandra
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Maybe something in the coffee? Or, truly magical boots. Funny tale!
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Possibly to both. Thank you
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An entire village? Wow!
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These boots don’t walk in half measures.
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Now where is she going to put the garbage? Fun story.
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LOL Thank you.
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Fun take, Irene. Magical indeed…
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Thanks Dale
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Oh what magic… I wonder if everyone gets different kind of magic
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I wonder…..
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There’s magic in dem boots! Fun story.
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Thanks Subroto.
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“Them boots are magic” wonderful!
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We all need a bit of magic in our lives.
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I want that coffee too 🙂
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Hahaha
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Nice twist!!!
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Thanks
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WHo needs a wardrobe (as in the lion, the witch and)? A pair of boots will do.
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LOL. I loved those books when I was a kid.
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Great dialogue. Fred won in the end.
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Thanks. At least he was finally believed.
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magic works, sometimes
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We can find magic in anything if we look hard enough.
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Fun story, Irene, but it’s hard to get it all in with only 100 words – I’d need about 1000 more.
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LOL. That’s the challenge Sharon. Thanks
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Funny in many ways. What was in the coffee. (My sister Marion also spits her words with venom, no idea what.) A nice change at the end since Marion has calmed down.
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Thanks James.The coffee could have given her hallucinations she had consumed so much of it but perhaps the boots were magic. We have to believe there is magic don’t we.
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Yes, we all need a little magic in our life.
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I always love magic.
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Me too.
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Magic is always fun. Moreso when caffeinated! I enjoyed this Irene.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it Karen. We all need a little magic.
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That’s different, delightfully so!
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Thanks Keith.
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WOW, magical boots! This reminded me of the movie “A night in the museum”.
Regards, SLSM.
https://stilllovedstillmissed.wordpress.com/
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I can see why. Thanks for visiting.
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That was a really fun read.
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Glad you enjoyed it Lisa.
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Too much coffee and an active mind can work its own breed of magic 😀
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Absolutely and magic in life is so important.
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Magic boots and too much coffees a winning combination, great stuff!
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Thank you so much.
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