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Lack of Consideration

Written for Friday Fast Fiction. 100-word photo prompt. Photo@Sandra Cook.

 

“Here, boy…” Ordered the expensively cloaked and top-hatted gentleman walking along the fog-swathed Thames embankment. “…hand me a box.”

“One half-penny, please sir.” Pleaded the young cockney match seller.

“Damn thief.” Declared the gentleman begrudgingly, paying and remembering just how he disliked such insufferable, poverty-stricken people.

“Cum on guv.” Teased the match seller. “You’ve more than enough money.”

“Indeed I have.” The gentleman scorned. “And that is the difference between the likes of you and me.”

“Cor blimey!” Laughed the cockney, observing the gentleman light his large cigar and disappear into the smog. Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em.”

About bbryanthomas

Not so young man about town who, having witnessed and enjoyed life, is presently having fun, writing about those by-gone times and life in general.

29 comments on “Lack of Consideration

  1. Susan A Eames
    December 14, 2017

    Flavours of Dickens in this story! 🙂

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  2. Snow's Fissures and Fractures
    December 14, 2017

    You transported me back in time, thank you for that unexpected journey.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dahlia
    December 14, 2017

    I am sorry but i couldnt quite catch the last line, perhaps some cultural differences?

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    • bbryanthomas
      December 14, 2017

      Old fashioned English terminology. “Some mothers have them” meaning = some mother somewhere must have a bad or difficult child. They can’t all be perfect ones. I’m sure you will have something similar in Hindi

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      • Dahlia
        December 14, 2017

        Ah I see. Thanks.

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  4. Christine Goodnough
    December 14, 2017

    Yes, even Ebenezer Scrooge was once a babe in arms. 🙂
    Enjoyed you story; you’ve portrayed the Upper class snobbery very well.
    (One thought: If you include neither the photo nor the link back to it, the photo copyright info is irrelevant.)

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    • bbryanthomas
      December 14, 2017

      OK

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  5. Sandra
    December 14, 2017

    A likeable chap, no? No.

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  6. Lynn Love
    December 14, 2017

    Pretty sure this would have been a common atitude from many of the well off – street folk were the lowest of the low, no doubt imbeciles or cunning thieves out to con you of money. Of course, sometimes they would be right, but there are just as many imbeciles with money than without 🙂

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  7. Keith's Ramblings
    December 14, 2017

    A gentleman, a cockney sparra’ and Frank Spencer! What more can we ask?

    Click to read my FriFic!

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    • bbryanthomas
      December 14, 2017

      Keith. I have clicked on but can’t see where I can like or comment

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  8. Iain Kelly
    December 14, 2017

    Indeed they do!

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  9. Dawn M. Miller
    December 14, 2017

    Great voice!

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  10. Moon
    December 15, 2017

    I love your story, Bryan. So very well written. I hope the rich ‘gentleman’ had a difficult day later and realised his wrong.

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  11. pennygadd51
    December 15, 2017

    The sense of entitlement among the rich is as strong today as ever it was in Dickens’ day. Your story is for all time, Bryan.

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    • bbryanthomas
      December 15, 2017

      Thanks Penny

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  12. michael1148humphris
    December 15, 2017

    You took me back in time which I loved and I really enjoyed the scene you presented. The parting comment from the young match seller sounded very grown up.

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  13. anuragbakhshi
    December 16, 2017

    What delightful use of old-world language. Took me back to the Dickensian era. Lovely.

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  14. granonine
    December 16, 2017

    Wonderful! I love the voices in your story 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Clare Hempstead
    December 16, 2017

    A lovely tale of a bygone age.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Alicia Jamtaas
    December 16, 2017

    Great dialogue!

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  17. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    December 17, 2017

    A few years down the line, they will be standing side by side in Flander’s field.

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    • bbryanthomas
      December 17, 2017

      How true Bjorn

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  18. Bridgesburning Chris
    December 19, 2017

    Don’t they thought…some mothers. Even in this day and age I occasionally think, ‘some mothers’ children’

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  19. Pingback: Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em.” | bridgesburning

    • bbryanthomas
      December 19, 2017

      There are many new ones I don’t understand. Will have to rack my brain to remember some of the old ones,”you old gasbag.”

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  20. patriciaruthsusan
    December 19, 2017

    I just loved your cockney dialect. I guessed what the last line meant and was right. Good writing, B.Bryan. I enjoyed that story. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  21. Reblogging this to my sister site, Success Inspirers World 🏆

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    • bbryanthomas
      January 13, 2018

      Thank you. I hope it will be of some help

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