Welcome to the Deja Vu Blogfest 2014, organised by D L Hammons and Nicole Zoltack.

Here I have the opportunity to give another outing to one of my best posts of the year, one I think deserves more attention – or at least one that new readers might like as much as my existing readers.  There may be a blog hop list at the end.

Choosing between my news items, haikus, excerpts, book blasts, flash fiction and book reviews wasn’t easy.  Since today is Friday, it’s flash fiction day.  I thought I’d give a rerun to one of my favourite stories of the year, one that was written to fit a title, drawn from two lists of words.  This one is just 1000 words, the usual number for a Friday.

The Horse-drawn Lighthouse

The lighthouse blinked steadily on the promontory. Three flashes, pause, one long flash, pause, three flashes, and on, and on.

For the villagers of Mousetail, the light was one of the few constant things in their lives. The sea was restless, ever-changing, although of course it was always there. The cliffs couldn’t be trusted, since landslips occurred when they were least expected – and usually least wanted, causing death and destruction on many occasions. Above all, the neighbours couldn’t be trusted. They were constant in their untrustworthiness.

Bedworth shuffled down the alley that rambled between the stonebuilt cottages. Water dripped off the black granite, slithering over the occasional fern that strove to exist in a crack in the wall. It seeped into the moss then ran out again at the bottom, the moss as sodden as a sponge. Something dripped off Bedworth’s nose. It might have been rain. It wasn’t sweat, since it was as cold as sin.

He slid across the paved road to the sea wall. The waves were plunging against it, throwing up spume, but the wind was whipping it away from the village, turned by some force that bounced against the eerie vastness of The Point. He sucked on his teeth, calculating the high tide, and wondering whether there would be any passing traffic tonight. In Bedworth’s life, the only traffic worth considering was afloat or, preferably, nearly aground.

A shadow crossed the street behind him, slipping into crannies as it followed Bedworth along the harbour wall in the direction of the inn. It hid behind an apology for a streetlamp as two men accosted Bedworth outside the fish and chip shop.

“Evenin’, Bedwor’,” the first one said.

Bedworth nodded at him, and glared at his companion.

“Got any business afoot tonight?” asked the second.

Bedworth shook his head, spraying water from his hat at the other two.

“Could be a profitable night for you, if you look sharp.” The second man slurred the ‘r’ in sharp.

“What’s up?”

“Trader, comin’ round the Poin’.”

“Should be here in about an hour,” the second emphasised. “You have to act quickly.”

“Why should I worry?”

“You know yoursel’ bes’, bu’ I reckon there’s profi’ fer alluvus, if you ac’ quick.”

Bedworth looked from one to the other. He’d worked with them both before, but never the pair together. Why had they joined up tonight? And why get him involved?

“Why do you two need me? You don’t usually need a third.”

“This is speshul.”

“You’re the right man for the Point in this weather.”

The pair spoke at the same time. Bedworth believed neither.

“What’s needed?”

“The usual. Take ’em over Hollerton way.”

“I can’t do that and fix the lighthouse as well, not at such short notice.”

“We’ll sor’ tha’ ou’. You jus’ do your bi’.”

Bedworth shrugged and turned back towards the alley. He’d have to get a move on if he was to get his pony out, rigged up with a lantern or three, and lead the trader a dance towards Hollerton. He puffed as he ran up the steps, and then slowed to climb the track up the cliff behind the village. He paused a few times, wheezing. He was getting too old for this lark, he thought, but then again, anyone who lived in Mousetail ought to be fit enough to climb out, so what was his trouble?

Near the top of the track, he turned aside and went along a wide ledge to a shack. Bedworth felt his way through the shack, grabbing a lantern as he went through an opening into a cave. The storm lamp set in an alcove illuminated enough for him to greet his pony, saddle her up, and prime the reflecting lantern that gave out so much extra light in one direction. He led the pony further into the cave, stepping carefully over the boulder-strewn track to get to the landward exit. The pony picked her way nimbly through the tunnel, sometimes pushing Bedworth aside in her haste to get a taste of freedom. They emerged on the grassy slope to the east of the Point less than half an hour from Bedworth’s departure from the harbour. Time enough, he thought.

The wind tore at Bedworth’s oilskin coat and threatened to rip his close-fitting hat from his head. He pulled it down further, tightened the chinstrap, hugged his coat closer about him, and set off with the pony towards Hollerton. He never glanced back at the lighthouse on the Point. The others had said they’d fix it. That was all he needed to lead the trader astray, for it to think he was the Point, and to smash into the reefs at the base of the cliffs sheltering Mousetail.

He wondered what the trader was carrying; what would be his cut for tonight’s work?

A silver thread raced through the wind, wrapped itself round Bedworth’s legs and tossed him over the cliff.  The pony ambled on.

Behind, on the Point, the two men sheltered in the lee of the lighthouse wall.

“You’re sure he said eleven?”

“Shure.”

“Where is he, then?”

“Here!” A shadow slipped behind the second man, drew a wire round his neck and pulled it tight. The second man slumped to the ground.

“Wha’…?” The first man’s question was cut off with a gurgle.

The shadow dropped his blooded wire and whistled through his teeth. Two huge black horses approached him. He waved them in the direction of the lighthouse and they took up their positions. A silver thread left the outstretched hands of the shadow, wrapped itself round the base of the lighthouse and returned to loop itself around the horses’ chests. The horses strained against their eerie harness.

Slowly the lighthouse began to move. It groaned as it moved away from the edge, away from the promontory, and reached the smooth grass of the clifftop. It headed west.

Wherever Bedworth’s pony wandered was of no consequence. The lighthouse itself would send the trader off course tonight. The shadow would pick up the spoils.

(c) J M Pett 2014

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23 thoughts on “Deja Vu Blogfest 2014 – today for one day only!

  • 19 December, 2014 at 5:55 am
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    One of my (many) favorites!

    • 19 December, 2014 at 2:22 pm
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      Mine too! 😀

  • 19 December, 2014 at 12:30 pm
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    Hi, I found your blog when I signed up for the Deja Vu Blogfest. This is a wonderful short story, I really liked it. I hope you enjoy the blogfest and have a great weekend.

    • 19 December, 2014 at 2:33 pm
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      Thanks for visiting, Robin. I’m so glad you liked the story. I’ll be hopping around over the weekend, I hope!

  • 19 December, 2014 at 5:05 pm
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    “The pair spoke at the same time. Bedworth believed neither.”

    I LOVE that line! Thank you for re-sharing this with us today. It was a very pleasant read. 🙂

    • 19 December, 2014 at 5:56 pm
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      I’m glad you enjoyed it, DL! Thank YOU for reinstating the Deja Vu hop – much appreciated!

  • 19 December, 2014 at 6:05 pm
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    Fun story!

    Happy Deja Vu!

    • 19 December, 2014 at 10:10 pm
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      Thanks, cjf – and you too!

    • 19 December, 2014 at 10:10 pm
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      Thanks, Beth!

  • 20 December, 2014 at 12:56 am
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    Great story! I love the last paragraph. I’m so glad I found you, thanks to DL’s Deja Vu Blogfest! I’ll be coming back for sure.
    michele at Angels Bark

    • 20 December, 2014 at 6:41 pm
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      Thank you so much! It’s great to make new friends on this hop 🙂

  • 20 December, 2014 at 5:52 am
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    Great story and the tension kept on and on …. Thanks Jemima and great to meet you through the blogfest!

    • 20 December, 2014 at 6:44 pm
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      Thank you Susan! It’s really nice to meet you 🙂

    • 21 December, 2014 at 5:24 pm
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      Thank you for visiting, LD – I’m glad you liked it.

  • 21 December, 2014 at 11:18 am
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    Hi Jemima .. I can see Mousetail and Bedworth and those ruffians, and the cruel stranglers – then the dark black horses … with a curse and a hearse in mind … great story telling .. cheers and have a happy Christmas build-up – Hilary

    • 21 December, 2014 at 5:29 pm
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      Thanks, Hilary. I must admit I could see them very clearly in my mind’s eye when I wrote it! Happy Christmas to you too.

  • 22 December, 2014 at 3:15 pm
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    Wow, what an intriguing story! Thanks so much for re-posting it for us! Great to meet you through the bloghop! 🙂

    • 22 December, 2014 at 5:07 pm
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      Thanks for visiting, Kristin – I’m glad you liked it!

  • 28 December, 2014 at 9:37 pm
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    Hi, catching up on the bloghop! Excellent short story, kept me intrigued till the end 🙂 x

  • 1 January, 2015 at 7:55 pm
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    I’m rather late (13 days late? Crikey!) in getting around to the Deja Vu bloghop participants. I’ve been soooo busy…
    I LOVE your charming tale – wonderful setting!

    …and PLEASE come and join us over at the IWSG!
    We’d LOVE to have you there!

    • 1 January, 2015 at 10:04 pm
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      I’ll see you next week!

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