Storm Clouds Gathering

‘Go on, Granddad, the electrified doorknob!’

Plates cleared, it was time for tales of boyhood escapades. Shimmying up the telegraph pole, moving the porch steps for an April Fool, legendary snowball fights.

‘Great Uncle George, cycling into the canal!’

‘Ah, the holiday in Holland.’ But Granddad was changing it. ‘Got lost, cycled too far. Found a huge camp: boys – training, singing. Like boy scouts, George said, only with shorter hair. Weren’t told off, but we all packed up there and then – straight home to England.’

‘That wasn’t funny, Granddad.’

‘No, Poppet.’ He patted the little hand. ‘Not funny at all.’

M J Lewis ©2015


Thanks to Lauren Moscato for the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fiction 100-word challenge and to our host Rochelle for rounding up a whole collection of tall tales at this LINK.



This is fictional, but based on my father and his two brothers who grew up in 1930s England. Over the years we heard various bits of family folklore: the boys sawed through part of the roof structure (from inside the airing cupboard) of their 1930s flat-roofed house, in order to climb out and enjoy the view over the neighbourhood; they constructed an elaborate pulley system so nobody had to get out of bed to turn off the bedroom light. We have a photo album of their cycling/hostelling holiday in August 1938, actually in Belgium (although my father once recalled it as the Netherlands, proving that fact can be as slippery as fiction at times).The album shows an idyllic time of ice creams across Europe, but I later discovered their mother realised there was rather more going on near the Belgium/German border than she’d anticipated and took her family home early. All three brothers survived the war ( my father worked on radar on an aircraft carrier) but are sadly no longer with us.  

The times they were indeed a-changing.


27 thoughts on “Storm Clouds Gathering

  1. Very well done with this story. Events on the Continent at that time were particularly worrying, so I’m not surprised they packed up and came home again. The training camps of the ‘Hitler Youth’ would have given the mother a real cause for concern. 🙂

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  2. This was subtly layered and shoehorned onto the 100 word limit. Well done. i imagined many things written beneath the surface and thought you pulled of two story lines in one quite well.



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  3. Just home from an Easter break when couldn’t get my phone to talk to my blog properly. Thanks to all recent visitors – all comments very much appreciated.


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