What Sargent Filster Saw

Posted: October 11, 2017 in Friday Fictioneers
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His garage was full of boxes jammed to the flaps with a truly odd assortment of, well, rubbish.
Clear glass jars of toenail clippings, dust bunnies, cookie crumbs.
Matchboxes from around the world.Cocktail umbrellas. Plastic hula dancers.
Desiccated mice feet inside cardboard tubes.
Owl claws strung on leather shoestrings.
And rubber bands so old they crumbled when touched.
The thing that creeped me out the most?
A box of stuffed birds, moth-eaten and moldy, with bright yellow beaks
just like the one he sent to Mikey Short
with a note that read,
“Sing like a bird and you’re dead.”

(99-words)

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  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Creepy and scary. I’m glad I didn’t know him!

    NB – *Should it read ‘sing’ in the last line instead of ‘sign’?

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  2. neilmacdon says:

    There’s something extraordinarily luxurious about using so many of your words for a list. I’m going to steal that idea

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  3. James says:

    Oh, “sing” like a bird. Got it.

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  4. Dale says:

    What a creepy collection. This takes hoarding to a whole ‘nother level…
    And why one would be threatened… wonder what anyone could know!

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  5. Vivian Zems says:

    That’s chilling. Pure madness or a death threat? Well penned.

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  6. Lynn Love says:

    Wow! Love the build here, you describing the increasingly bizarre and creepy selection of items in the garage (dessicated mice feet? Urgh, seriously). Then to end with the stuffed birds … Love it, in a horrified way. I recently finished a first draft of a novel where on of the characters has had stuffed every one of her murdered pet cats – stuffed animals are definitely good for the creeps. Nicely done Alicia

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  7. Dear Lish,

    Dale took the words right out from under my fingers. That’s some serious hoarding. I gagged on the toenail clippings. Have you ever seen the movie “Everything is Illuminated”? A must see about a collector with Elijah Wood.
    Good story, my dear.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. Whew… it was creepy with the toe-nail clippings and then it became worse… excellent

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  9. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover says:

    Ugh. This was truly creepy. Great take on the prompt.

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  10. granonine says:

    Unique take–utterly creepy!

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  11. plaridel says:

    she’s definitely a compulsive hoarder. fire and health hazards are just around the corner.

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  12. draliman says:

    Sounds like a hoarding mobster. We know the use he put the birds to, I wonder if he had other nefarious uses for the rest of his hoard?

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  13. pennygadd51 says:

    What a great way of introducing a gangster! He’s obviously mentally unstable; I wouldn’t want to be at the wrong end of his gun!
    You’ve written a good story, Alicia, and like Neil, I admire the way you used the list to describe his character. He’s creepy – but dangerous creepy.

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  14. Miles Rost says:

    Mobsters everywhere. Well done!

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  15. I could almost smell that stinky garage as I read about it! Glad he’s not my neighbour.

    Click to read my FriFic!

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  16. Varad says:

    That was one repulsive collection. Glad I had my dinner a couple of hours back.

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  17. Dean Koontz had a similar character in one of his novels – a hoarder extreme. Though this one was good-natured. Enjoyed the tale (tail?) .
    Mine: https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2017/10/12/birds-of-a-feather-flock-me/
    Scott

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  18. This is indeed creepy. Always wonder why people keep their toenail clippings, paranoia, I presume.

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  19. Not much joy in his life, poor fellow. Great descriptions, Alicia!

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  20. rgayer55 says:

    You had me at plastic hula girls. Can I have one for the dash of my truck?
    The omnious ending was spot on. Good tale, Lish.

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    • I’m glad you liked the hula girls! I worked with a couple of ladies we called the hula girls because if anything in the schedule changed, their heads kinda’ wobbled and their eyes got big! I even think question marks appeared over their heads. Anyway, thanks for stopping by. I always appreciate your comments.

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  21. I do like how you sing. I thought you were going to take us on an alchemy, time travel ride until the last line. Good tension.
    Tracey

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  22. Sarah Ann says:

    Love the contents of that garage – so evocative. A great tale that leaves us guessing (or does it?) as to whether Mikey sang or not.

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  23. Laurie Bell says:

    Hmmmmm fascinating. I’m hooked…

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  24. A very creepy collection!

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  25. jwdwrites says:

    Absolutely loved this! terrific descriptions that really built the atmosphere. Great story and a terrific end. 🙂

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  26. What no horse heads? lol
    Good story, as always Alicia.

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  27. Great stuff, a sinister tale full of yuk and foreboding

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  28. prior.. says:

    Had to the bone! Loved this take on the prompt (and watched sopranos this week so this was in tune with that)

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  29. The inventory of his man cave gave a great build up to the last line. I have a feeling Shorty sang.

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  30. Lavanya says:

    Oh oh, scary guy. Unexpected take on the prompt.

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