Post 1627. Sunday February 4
“Here comes Fred says Mavis to Doris. Sure enough, around the corner he comes, pushing his wheelbarrow. Squeak squeak squeak.
“Mornin’ ladies” he calls out as he carries on down the street. Squeak squeak squeak. “It’s ‘bout time you squirted some oil on that wheel!” says Mavis.
If anyone needs something delivered, collected or transported, Fred’s your man. You rarely see Fred without his barrow. He takes it shopping, he takes it to the pub and leaves in the car park. After his wedding, he carried his new bride from the church to their reception in it. It was decorated with flowers with Just Married painted on the side!
Everyone looks forward to seeing him and his barrow in the carnival procession as it squeaks along in time with the tiddly-om-pom-pom of the Salvation Army band. Last year it was a yacht, the year before a spitfire. This year? Goodness knows!
Squeak squeak squeak. “Here comes Fred” says Jack. “What’s that in his barrow?” asks George. “It looks like a bird cage with a parrot in it George,” says Jack.
“Mornin’ gents,” shouts Fred as he passes. Squeak squeak squeak goes the barrow. Squawk squawk squawk chirps the bird.
Word count 198
The photo prompt at this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction is provided by Dawn Miller.
Sometimes, Keith, you are kinda daft!
I love this.
I can’t disagree with that! Cheers my friend.
One man and his wheelbarrow, a true friendship.
Indeed, when he speaks to it, it squeaks back to him!
Oh I love this! Such a fun piece. You can just see it all. I especially like the picture of him pushing his bride along. And a really satisfying end too.
I just wish he was real! Cheers Anna.
Very nice story, I kept thinking of the children’s song, “And the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, all through the town.” =)
Now I’m going to have that song going round and round in my head, all day long! Thanks, Brenda (I think!)
You paint a charming tale Keith.
Well, thank you Susan.
My grandad used to say, ‘You can’t beat a bit of daft’. He would have enjoyed this tale (so did I).
I like that expression! One I might use myself some time. Thank you – and him!
You’re welcome Keith.
He sounds like an odd bird, but a nice bird to have around.
I’m certain he is! Thanks, mimi.
Ugh! I never could maneuver a wheelbarrow. I stick with a garden cart and talk to myself.
I’m with you Denise!
You had me smiling at this lovely story and the squeaky barrow
I’m pleased! Thanks for your comment Michael.
bravo for the tempo and the flow – and thanks for making me smile.
this would make a nice children’s book…
and I could see the bride in the back with the sign – oh so fun
squawk and squeak said this reader
Thanks so much for squeaking along with me!
🙂
Your writings always bring a smile.Nonsensical but extremely witty too.
A little bit of nonsense does you good! Great to see you smiling Neel.
What a quirky, mad little story. Cheers to this madness 🙂
Well, can’t be sensible all the time! Cheers Anurag
Quite a character Fred not to mention his wheelbarrow 😀
Inseparable! Thanks Dahlia
He seems like a beloved town figure, despite his wheel barrow. He was probably in great shape his entire life because of it lol.
Cheaper than going to the gym!
The picture of the bride is stuck in my head and has me LOL!
Delighted to have tickled you, Dawn!