We arrived in Kenmore, Scotland on a bright and sunny day. It’s a small village in the northern end of Loch Tay in the Highland Perthshire mountains.
By the way, Loch is the Scottish word for Lake. On this trip, I learned more Scottish words like Aye for Yes, Nae for No, Kirk for Church, Tattie for Potato, and Bonnie for Beautiful. As usual, I had problems with the pronunciation, but the folks didn’t seem to mind. The highlanders really knew how to make a guest feel welcome.
We stayed at Kenmore Hotel. Established in 1572, it’s considered to be the oldest inn in Scotland. Finding my room was a little confusing at first. After a flight of stairs, I arrived on the floor where it was supposed to be only to realize that I had to go through a ‘fire door’ and up a few more steps to reach it. It was obviously meant to prevent fire and smoke from spreading in case of fire. At the same time, it provided a lot of privacy making it suitable for honeymooners and ax murderers alike. Any sound the occupants make resulting from ecstasy or plain horror would be oblivious to the outside world.
We left Edinburgh on the third day right after breakfast and crossed the Forth Road Bridge heading into northern Scotland.
At breakfast, I had my first haggis, the traditional Scottish food made up of sheep’s internal organs. It’s great if you don’t let your imagination run wild and don’t mind the mild aftertaste which can be drown out with beer or water anyway.
First, we visited the Royal Burgh of Culross in Fife, Scotland and toured a large and beautiful 17th century mansion called Culross Palace. With the help of a local guide, we explored every room furnished and decorated as it was in the time of Sir George Bruce, the wealthy coal merchant, who built it.
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 2 October 2015
“Dammit, drink,” Charlie insisted.
But I couldn’t.
Charlie was my best friend in grade school. After losing contact for years, I was happy to join him for beer. It was then I realized he had changed and so did I.
“No,” I said.
We had a share of mischiefs before like scaring girls with a fake mouse, but shoplifting six-pack of beer was a little over the top.
Suddenly without warning, he hit me hard on the back of my head.
When I came to later, he was apologetic.
“I gotta go,” I said. I left and never looked back.
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 25 September 2015
I sit under the bridge by the river and think of Ella.
She was a force of nature. She could make me do anything.
Once she told me to make her a valentine card and then said it wasn’t good enough. But she hugged me anyway.
It was the last thing she’d ask of me. On the following Saturday, she died.
I miss her. She never made fun of my accent and called me names like the other kids.
Suddenly, I hear Ella’s voice calling amidst the din of traffic above.
As I slip into the waters, it gets louder.