Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Times change
Gladys Carpenter, proprietor of “The Copper Kettle”, reserved the table under the tree for her best customers.
For twenty summers, every Friday afternoon from 3 o’clock, the vicar’s wife, the librarian, the doctor’s wife, the dentist’s mistress, and Chloe Butt occupied the table and sipped tea, nibbled cake.
Until one Friday at 2:30 two limousines pulled up, and six elegant passengers disembarked.
“We’ll have that table,” declared Lady Antonia, pointing at the tree.
Chloe Butt was furious. She never came back.
Shortly afterwards, Gladys sold the café.
Nowadays coach parties scoff burgers there, and gleeful children shriek under the tree.
An end of an era. How sad for the ladies.
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Dear Susan
Thank you for reading and commenting. All good things come to an end, I fear. Never mind – the young children have a lovely playground!
With best wishes
Penny
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The reserved table had new guests.
The old guests could have adjusted this one time. Sad that the cafe had to be sold…
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Dear Anita
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Time eventually sweeps away everything, even afternoon tea in ‘The Copper Kettle’. I expect Gladys has retired to the South of France on the proceeds of the sale!
With best wishes
Penny
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If they had an official agreement, or promise, she never should have done that. You didn’t make it clear though. It may have been a sense of entitlement. The sale of the cafe, and its c urren circumstances remind me of all of life’s Pandora’s Box moments.
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Dear Larry
Thank you for reading and commenting.
The table was reserved for Chloe and her friends by something even stronger than an official agreement, namely the bonds and obligations of traditional village life. But privilege and wealth can sweep aside even such commitments…
With very best wishes
Penny
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They’re (upper crust) the ones with the sense of entitlement
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“The dentist’s mistress” is a lovely touch. There is a codex in the way you describe the party
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Oh, Neil, what a lovely thing for you to say! Thank you so much. I think you’ve grasped the essence of this story.
With very best wishes
Penny
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Dear Penny,
You’ve dished up a lot for the reader to digest in 100 words and elegantly so. I can almost see these characters. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle
Thank you for reading and commenting. How kind of you to say that the story had some elegance.
With very best wishes
Penny
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The unstoppable march of the burger! A sorry tale, but that’s life.
Click to read my 99 words!
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Dear Keith
Thank you for reading and commenting. As you say, modern life is unstoppable. Still, at least the kids had a nice playground out of the deal!
With best wishes
Penny
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Aw, why do things have to change? Your story was a perfect representation of the sadness of such a change. I was enjoying the elegance of the scene, before you artfully turned it into a frenetic scene we see too often these days. Well done!
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Dear Jan
Thank you for reading and for your kind comment. I’m glad you felt that I managed the transition between the scenes effectively.
With very best wishes
Penny
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Gentrification at its peak. A sign of the times.
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Dear Iain
Thank you for reading and commenting.
It was indeed a sign of the times.
With best wishes
Penny
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I really like the name ‘Copper Kettle’. One can imagine stories behind each character that you have mentioned here- i am fascinated that even the proprietor is a lady. I feel sad that the ladies were ousted from their serene, relaxing meeting spot. Its sad how modernizing has replaced bonds like friendship, with instant and transient episodes of joy. And, its so universal.
Great writing, Penny.
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Dear Moon
Thank you for reading, and for your lovely comments. You mention that you’re fascinated that ‘even the proprietor is a lady’. True, but observe that three of the women are defined in terms of their husband’s role (the Vicar’s wife, the doctor’s wife and the dentist’s mistress), rather than by their own names.
You’re right – it was sad that the women were ousted. That’s always going to happen, though. My thoughts at the end of the story are with the children, who are the future. (Perhaps this story is part of my way of growing old, and letting go of the past…perhaps!)
With very best wishes
Penny
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Nicely told. I thought along similar lines this week. It reminded me of my grandmother’s yard where she and her friends would gather to play cards and drink tea.
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Dear Josh
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m looking forward to reading your story! Today’s a bit frenetic though!
With best wishes
Penny
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Penny, it’s interesting how people do have that sense of entitlement in all sorts of places from cafes, to churches and even the school bus. I was overhearing some teens talk abut the school bus and how a year 7 had sat in her seat and refused to move..and the gall of the girl. Very interesting.
I think the time when you need to sit in the same time at the same time every week or the same chair, is a sign that you need to shake your routine up a bit.
There should be a tension between the comfortable and familiar and the novelty of trying something new with its sense of excitement, but also the awkwardness of unfamiliarity.
I had a lovely trip into Surry Hills in Sydney today for my daughter to attend an audition. We arrived a few hours early and I had my camera dangling round my neck and there was so much to photograph…bits of street art, architecture, dogs and a rather striking gent with a shirt and pants made out of the American flag. We live in a beachside community and it was so different to home and more in keeping with my artistic literary side and I really felt myself get fed and watered. So important not to go stale.
xx Rowena
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Dear Rowena
Thank you for reading and commenting. Yes, we need balance in our lives, old and new, familiar and novel, yin and yang. I’m glad you had an interesting trip today, that stimulated your artistic side. As you say, it’s very important not to go stale.
With best wishes
Penny
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I wouldn’t mind having afternoon tea with the usual party, they sound a very eclectic mix. The interlopers… rather less keen on them. Nicely done, Penny.
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Dear Sandra
Thank you for reading and commenting. I, too, would feel more at home with the usual party rather than the interlopers.
With best wishes
Penny
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Someday will those gleeful children watch another generation taking tea beneath the tree? Wonderfully captures the transience of place.
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Dear Karen
Thank you for reading and commenting. You’re probably right; what goes around, comes around. And it’s a good sturdy tree!
With best wishes
Penny
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And so an era passes. But you’ve given us a hopeful ending really, all those gleeful children. I want to know more about the respectable ladies and the mistress and I love the way the others have labels with only Chloe given a name. That little quirk works well in the prose. Lovely story Penny.
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Dear Lynn
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad you want to know more about the respectable ladies who take tea together. As a plot device it is intended to summon up the readers’ images of English village life as depicted by so many different writers (in my own case Agatha Christie’s settings formed my mental image). The fact that you want to know more means it worked, I think. Yayy! Thank you for that, Lynn. And yes, the ending is definitely hopeful. No matter my own distaste for burgers and coach parties, the human race goes on with its loves and hates, and its joys and sorrows, and thank goodness for that!
With best wishes
Penny
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I haven’t read Christie for years, though I’ve recently thought I should because my WIP’s main character is a huge fan. I like that harking back to tea and the buttoned country we’ve left behind. Always interesting to revisit. I just really liked that intriguing mix of women, wanted to know how they came together in the first place. You made me want to read on, which is the first test of good writing 🙂
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Shame on Gladys. She should have told the “fancy-pants” that the table was already reserved for those who return week after week…
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Dear Dale
Thank you for reading and commenting. I feel the same about standing up to the “fancy-pants” – but I’m not sure I’d have the courage to face down Lady Antonia!
With best wishes
Penny
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It would take some serious gumption to stand up to those of “rank”…
Can’t say I totally fault Gladys, though.
Have a fabulous day!
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I sense a lesson in how to properly run a business there. The rather entitled customers in the limo may be wealthy and powerful but they’ve not positioned themselves well enough to displace regular customers. Loyalty should be to the regulars, I say. Lovely story. It is sad how the good times eventually fade away.
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Dear EagleAye
Thank you for reading and commenting. I agree that business sense suggests favouring the regulars. However, I don’t think I would have the courage to face down Lady Antonia and make her move! She’s a formidable woman!
With best wishes
Penny
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What an artful description of those original patrons of the wonderful Copper Kettle. The dentist’s mistress teases with an enigmatic clue to what bound the little party together. I thoroughly enjoyed your story and would like to have sipped tea and nibbled a home-made scone with the ladies when the CK was in its prime.
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Dear Jilly
Thank you for reading, and for your lovely comment. I’m glad you thoroughly enjoyed my story. I wonder what tales of village life we would have heard from the ladies of the CK if we had sipped tea and nibbled home-made scones with them!
With best wishes
Penny
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Awww, how sad. Loss of elegance.
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Dear Linda
Thank you for reading and commenting. I agree it’s a shame that the elegance has been lost. But, at the same time, I’m fascinated by the way society’s values change with time. And, whatever our values, somewhere kids will be shrieking gleefully!
With best wishes
Penny
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Well-crafted piece about how life moves on.
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Dear Lisa
Thank you for reading, and for your lovely comment. I’m delighted you thought my piece was well-crafted.
With best wishes
Penny
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Oh! I love your collection of women, especially the dentist’s mistress, don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because the others certainly must know what she’s about and still invite her for tea.
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Dear Alicia
Thank you for reading, and for your lovely warm comment. I’m so glad you liked my collection of women. I chose to include the dentist’s mistress as a way of summarising the ‘static’ nature of genteel village life as it used to be. She’s been part of their little coterie for twenty years, and they still think of her with the slightly disparaging label of ‘mistress’.
With very best wishes
Penny
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Having owned a cafe in a small town this story resonates with me. Having the support of the village can be far more important than one off custom but I think there was more to this story than that. It was interesting the group of people who the table was reserved for and interesting that of that group only Chloe Butt did not return. Was that because she was the only individual amongst the group – all the others being wives or mistresses and possibly used to being the underdog? What wasn’t clear to me was whether the cafe was sold because of this incident or whether it was unrelated in which case is it necessary to the story. What is important is that now it is not the sole place of the ladies but rather the children and the shop has seen a large increase in custom.
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Dear Irene
Thank you for reading, and for your detailed and thoughtful comments. Yes, Chloe Butt was the driving force behind the little group, and you’re right – in naming her I’m signalling that. I’m also making the point that in that village culture there was a (deplorable) tendency to define women in terms of what their husbands did.
I take your point about the relevance of the sale of the café; it’s not clear, and that is a weakness of the story.
The thoughts in my mind as I was plotting were that the tea-drinking group, led by Chloe, had been meeting for twenty years; they were due a change. Gladys had been running the café for well over twenty years; she was ready to retire. The visit by the ‘nobs’ and the ensuing quarrel precipitated the change – but the change would have happened eventually anyway.
Once again, thank you for the time you spent on your comment!
With very best wishes
Penny
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Thanks Penny for your answer. Change is good for us all. I really enjoyed your story and I take my hat off to Gladys – twenty years, wow. It was a struggle for us after three. I think I would have been suicidal.
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life being what it is, sometimes it pays to be flexible and understanding to keep the peace. 🙂
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Dear Plaridel
Thank you for reading and commenting. Yes, flexibility is the key to thriving when change happens.
With best wishes
Penny
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A great take. Enjoyed this read.
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Dear Yarnspinnerr
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
With best wishes
Penny
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It’s a good thing somebody didn’t try to sit in Chloe’s pew at church. There might have been a fist fight.
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Dear Russell
Thank you for reading and commenting. Funny you should say that about a fist fight in church…
With very best wishes
Penny
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Yes, times change but how sad their weekly tradition was broken. Ms Butt should have been more understanding.
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Dear Athling2001
Thank you for reading and commenting. Yes, it was sad when their weekly tradition was broken. Chloe Butt was not a very tolerant woman, I’m afraid.
With best wishes
Penny
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Great visualization. Loved it! I can see Chloe’s furious face as I type this.
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Dear Britlight
Thank you for reading and for your lovely comment. I’m glad Chloe came to life for you!
With best wishes
Penny
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Some things just have to end… but maybe it will save some lives that people stay and let the children play…
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Dear Bjorn
Thank you for reading and commenting. As you say, things have to end, but the presence of the children – and the thriving business catering to coach parties – suggest that the village at least will last for years to come.
With best wishes
Penny
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As usual, customs and traditions are the first to be sacrificed at the altar of human ‘progress’.
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Dear Anurag
Thank you for reading and commenting. Customs and traditions often need to go for progress to happen. The amount of progress we need, and the speed at which it happens, are not matters that are discussed, unfortunately.
With best wishes
Penny
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I’ll take the shrieking children over the best customers.
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Me too! They’re our hope for the future.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Alice.
With best wishes
Penny
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Never ever occupy the Stammtisch. I hope Lady Antonia paid a premium.
A fun read.
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Dear James
Thank you for a new word – stammtisch, or regulars’ table. I had to look in Wikipedia, and found the connotations that accompany the word – fascinating! Thank you, too, for reading and commenting. I’m afraid Lady Antonia paid the regular price, and it was all ” Yes, milady,” and “At once, milady”! But that was rural England in the fifties and early sixties.
With best wishes
Penny
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Lady Antonia needs to wake up and change with the time. Sadly there are still some people who behave just like her today. I once wished to run a cafe – but I think that I would have throttled a customer or two.
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Dear Michael
Thank you for reading and commenting. The privileged – like the poor – will always be with us – oh, hang on a moment, those two things couldn’t be linked could they? I don’t expect you’d really have throttled a customer – just served them rock cakes with real rocks, and Camp coffee to wash it down!
With best wishes
Penny
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I like your list of regulars. They all sounded quite respectable for village life, then we get the dentist’s mistress! And Chloe Butt of course, the only named regular who seems to be the core of the group. A shame it changed, but that’s life.
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Dear Ali
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad you appreciated the dentist’s mistress! You’re right about Chloe – she was the core of that little group. Life is all about change, isn’t it?
With best wishes
Penny
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And the times’ they are a changing.
Love the way you wrote this.
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Dear Sascha
Thank you for reading, and for your lovely comment.
With best wishes
Penny
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Gladys gave in to the pressure of the powerful. For twenty summers, she had faithful regular customers (who all sound interesting) that she disregarded to her peril. So sad but hopefully she received a good price for the restaurant. Nicely written! =)
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Dear Brenda
Thank you for reading and commenting. It’s always difficult to stand up against the powerful, and not usually worth it – they can hit back so much harder. I think Gladys received a very good price for the café – enough to retire to the South of France, anyway!
With best wishes
Penny
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Unfortunately, that is very true. The powerful are powerful for a reason, they do hit much harder. South of France sounds nice! =)
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Copper Kettle is such a lovely name! And clearly Chloe held a lot of clout 😉 An enjoyable tale of changing times 🙂
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Dear Dahlia
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m especially pleased that you felt it was an enjoyable tale of changing times. Times change whether we want them to or not – we might as well try to enjoy them!
There really was a “Copper Kettle” cafe in Cambridge. I used to ask my parents to take me there for afternoon tea when I was a student. It’s closed now – I think it’s been replaced by a wine bar, but it’s many years since I last visited Cambridge.
With very best wishes
Penny
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I completely agree with you Penny. Each era has a charm of its own and we should be mindful of these and enjoy them rather than keep hankering for what is gone. Have a super week.
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All good things come to an end, it’s true. But hopefully evolving with the times for better things. I find your story is an analogy for Life, in the broader sense. Lovely take on the prompt, Penny 🙂
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Dear Fatima
Thank you for reading and for your perceptive comment. My story is indeed intended as an allegory for life in general.
With very best wishes
Penny
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What an interesting group of six, with only Chloe Butt being named. 🙂
Gladys was loyal to her best customers for twenty summers…that’s longer than many marriages! 😉 She had her price, and was probably eager to retire. I don’t blame her.
I especially like the last line. I could hear the children’s shrieks and picture a large group of adults in shorts and T-shirts stuffing their faces with burgers.
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Dear Magarisa
Thank you for reading and commenting. The thought of you enjoying the last line of my story has left me with a big smile on my face, because you imagined exactly what was in my mind as I wrote the line!
With very best wishes
Penny
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Glad to have made you smile. 🙂
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Boom and just like that one generation closes and another begins!
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Dear Dawn
Thank you for reading and commenting. Boom! Just like that. Sometimes that’s just how life is, isn’t it?
With best wishes
Penny
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A heartfelt tale – I found it sadly so believable. Change happens, not always for the better. I can imagine being Gladys, putting her heart into her business. Good story.
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