Everyone’s a Critic

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright – ceayr

Stanislav Dobrovski was a quiet man who never smiled. He used to sit at the same table at the local pub, cradling an obligatory bottle of wine.

Some say he was a sailor afraid of open seas, others say he was a pilot afraid of heights. On one thing they all agree…he was a strange man.

They all remember his last words before he dropped dead under the table.

Sand castles be cursed and damned
I destroyed them all with my hand
I dug out the hole so grand
Under my life made of sand

Another thing they all agree…he was not much of a poet.

57 thoughts on “Everyone’s a Critic

  1. Interesting and funny story, Lore, especially the last line. Poor man. He dies and is only remembered for being a loser, strange, and a poor poet. You painted a vivid word picture of him sitting there then falling under the table dead. 😀 — Suzanne

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  2. Lore, I agree that the last line was funny, but the poem spoke volumes about his sad life. He may not be a poet, but you have a rare gift, the ability to pen volumes in a few words. Well done!

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  3. Dale says:

    It was funny and sad… what a way to be remembered.
    Now I’ve got the song “I’m an Old Cowhand (From the Rio Grande) in my head…. (cowboy who never saw a cow…. like the pilot afraid of heights… the brain works in mysterious ways…)

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