Sunday, 10 March 2013

Ych a fi!

Image by Sarah Horrigan

Ych a fi! *

“Come away from that... thing - right this minute!”

“But Mum, I was just...”

“I know very well what ‘you were just’, young man. You’ll catch the screaming dibdabs if you’re not very careful. I don’t know why they let them run loose like that, it’s unsanitary.”

“Is it true that some people eat them?”

“Well yes... but only foreigners. No one we know, I’m pleased to say.”

“What do they taste like?”

“I’m sure I wouldn’t know. They’ll have a lot of garlic on them, I suppose - being French. Honestly, it’s disgusting what some people...”

“But I like garlic. They say at school that garlic’s healthy; good for us.”

“Yes, well, that’s all very well, but you’re not eating any of those things – not when you’re out with me.”

“But Mum...can I just try one, can I?”

“All right, if you must - but only eat the finger!”

150 words


This story was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare
* The title is a Welsh language phrase that my Mother would often use if I was about to eat something disgusting as a child. Happy Mother's Day - wherever you are!


  1. LOL!!! A great story that pivots on the last word - great surprise ending! I love how so many of my VisDare people are giving the ultimate power into the hands (shells?) of the snails...but all in completely different ways. Love the characterization between mother and son here. Great entry!!

  2. LOL!! That last word spins the whole story around 180*! Love the characterization that comes through the voices, setting the mother/son dynamic. Great entry!!

    1. Thanks Angela. I really struggled with this one until the twist suggested itself, then it wrote itself. Couldn't manage a follow on from last week from this prompt though - so I continued Grey's Elegy in response to Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers photo. Spreading the love!