Tam stumbled out the pub into his car.
‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel.
He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and graveyard he veered as bright lights sped past him and a loud shrieking horn blared out.
‘Aha, the ghosts and witches are about tonight!’ he cried.
Behind him a blaring siren and more bright lights pursued him.
‘They shan’t catch us tonight, Meg,’ and on he charged towards the river.
Reaching the Bridge of Doon, the car clipped the stone wall and the rear bumper clattered off, colliding with the police car that had chased the erratic driver.
Tam looked back and shook a gleeful fist at his stricken pursuers.
‘Kate, I’m coming my love,’ he laughed. Only when crying her name did he begin to fear what Kate would do when she saw he had arrived home drunk again.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
I apologise and hope I can be excused for exceeding the word limit this week as today is Burns Day in Scotland, celebrating the life and work of our national poet, Robert Burns. One of his famous poems is ‘Tam O’Shanter, A Tale’ – based on the prompt I have attempted an updated version in honour of Burns.
The original poem can be read here: TAM O’SHANTER, A TALE
A straightforward explanation of the poem can be found here: Wikipedia
To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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