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The Golden Child

by Bunbry 

Posted: 17 December 2008
Word Count: 400
Summary: For the Flash 2 Gift Challenge


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Father O’Brien spoke softly, gently. “I have been hearing things about young Jimmy Mrs Mullarkey; is any of it true?”

“The boy has been touched by an Angel, Father.”

“Can you tell me, in your own words, what has happened?”

“We are not well off Father, you know that, not since John’s accident, but we always treat ourselves to a lottery ticket each week. Ten weeks ago, just for fun, we let Jimmy choose the numbers and we won ten pounds. We thought nothing of it, but let Jimmy pick again the next week. That week we won nearly a hundred pounds!”

The Father’s eyes never left Mrs Mullarkey.

“We have let him pick the numbers every week since and have won over eight hundred pounds now. We have never known such money. The boy has been given a gift from God.”

“I sense there is something you are not telling me,” said the Father.

Mrs Mullarkey hesitated. Then she went into her handbag and pulled out a lottery ticket and placed it on the table between them.

This time Mrs Mullarkey spoke with a tremor in her voice. “This week we won over a million pounds Father, our troubles are over.”

“What I am going to ask you will not be easy, but it has to be said. Mrs Mullarkey you must burn this ticket.”

Her mouth moved but no sound came out.

“This gift has not come from God Mrs Mullarkey, that is not his way, you know that as well as I do. And if it is not from God, you must ask yourself where has it come from.”

“But look at the boy Father, you can’t suggest that he…” She trailed off, too frightened to speak the words in her mind.”

“The Devil is clever. When he walks amongst us, he will not have horns on his head and hooves for feet. He will come down and try and trick us – he will disguise himself as an Angel Mrs Mullarkey.”

“But a million pounds?” She was pleading now.

“If you use that money, there will be a price to pay, there always is. My fear is that it will not be in this life though. For the sake of your soul, you must never use that ticket.”

Mrs Mullarkey took the proffered cigarette lighter, squeezed it tightly to her chest and sobbed her heart out.






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V`yonne at 15:55 on 17 December 2008  Report this post
I think I'd tell Father O'Brien where to go - better still it is best always to avoid priests - A Fable! Lord be praised! ;

Bunbry at 16:55 on 17 December 2008  Report this post
Oonah, what they should do is pop the kid in the car, wizz him around the local safari park, and as long as the baboons don't go mental, cash in the ticket!!

Nick

tusker at 15:15 on 19 December 2008  Report this post
God this reminds me of the old days. I'd do as Oonah would do, only with a more explicit adjective. Good flash, Nick.

Jennifer

Bunbry at 16:08 on 19 December 2008  Report this post
The old days Jennifer? What have I missed?

Re doing as Oonah, you will be telling me you don't believe in Satan next!!

Thanks for your kind comments

Nick

Forbes at 16:55 on 19 December 2008  Report this post
Well I think he's an old spoil sport!!

Avis

tusker at 20:19 on 19 December 2008  Report this post
Hi Nick,

The old days, I mean, when it was preached that any kind of good luck was the act of Satan and having a C of E, Catholic, Welsh Baptist upbringing, it was quite scary as a child. Even looking in a mirror reflected evil in oneself. I could go on.

I grew up, thank goodness.

Jennifer



Prospero at 06:19 on 21 December 2008  Report this post
Nuns, Girls, drink Feck, feck, feck.

Set fire to the old fart!

Great story, Nick.

Best

John

Bunbry at 11:22 on 21 December 2008  Report this post
John, Avis not listening to the warnings of the priest? It'll be a toasting fork up the bum for you two when the time comes!

Thanks for commenting folks

Nick


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