Thinking Aloud
I am just thinking aloud, Josh what if everything is not as it seems. When the storm broke last night I heard and saw the strangest thing. It was as if there was a loop in time. A huge rumbling beast, the like of which I have never seen before, it just pushed its way in through what was the front door.
You cheeky bugger, I never did. Anyway you had most of the poitin, and not only that, you stole my girl. As for those baked beans, I know they give me wind, but it’s never that explosive.
Footnote: Poitin is a traditional Irish distilled alcoholic drink, it could be quite potent. The last time I remember trying it, the three story Victorian house was vibrating, nay shaking, as all it’s inhabitants danced a rather over the top Ceili.
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We both saw something magical in the image
That’s true.
Great take on the prompt, Michael. A ‘morning after’ conversation if ever I heard one.
Thank you Sandra, I started off attempting to write something thoughtful and philosophical. Instead booze came along.
Some strong alcohol may be behind this I think!
That year the poitin was rather potent.
Beast with enormous power! The drink sounds like a magic potion!
Poitin could be rather a beast, whilst there was magic in the air that year.
Dear Michael,
Whimsical take on the prompt. You made me chuckle.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It was a magical year for me. I am glad you chuckled. Thank you Rochelle.
Ireland’s gift to the world …. the origin of whiskey. A neat take on this one.
Thank you yarnspinnerr. Sadly like all alcohol it can be a curse if you do not limit it.
I’ve had some of that poteen – powerful stuff indeed.
It can be rather potent. I usually preferred Guinness, but it must have been brewed in Dublin. However I never turned down a free drink from my Irish friends. I would have been rude.
Now that’s a story to cheer a soul, to be sure! It certainly raised a chuckle from me. Well done, Michael.
To be sure that’s a lovely comment. Thank you Penny
An unattended still could easily blow its way through concrete. Good one, Michael 🙂
Especially if some baked beans got in the mash, Thank you Jane.
🙂
I wonder if the sell poitin in my local? Sounds like fun!
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Buyer beware, only the best stuff will do.
It’s never the same the morning after is it?
That’s so true, Bjorn. But then in my experience there is usually a call for another party.
Nice little tale to make me chuckle. (And although I live in Ireland – I’ve never tried poitin – but maybe that’s a good thing!)
Loved that you lived in Ireland, I have only visited. Hope you tried the fish chowder on the west coast, it is certainly the best in the world
ha ha ha ha, such a poitin…I mean potent story!
Poitin certainly has its way of scrambling my words.
That poitin must be strong old stuff to make the house shake! Great story Michael
It certainly was, thank you Lynn
My pleasure
Methinks ’tis a potion to be kept away from young adult males! They so like the effect of beans…add pottin to the mix… You had melaughing.
Thank you Dale, they say that laughing is good for one, so I was pleased
Funny stuff, Michael
Funny will do for me, Thank you kind sir.
I like that memories came barging in like a beast! Very potent metaphor!
So pleased to read your feedback.
Ha! What a delightful take on the prompt.
I am so pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you Alicia
Ha, ha. That sounds like some party, Michael. Good writing. 😀 — Suzane
It was quite a party,