Remembering Mondays Finish the Story


Hello everyone! Just like Nortina and the others, I miss Barbara Beacham and her Mondays Finish the Story prompts. In memory of Barbara, I’m also sharing two of my favourite stories from the challenge. Be Well, everyone!

My Mom and I


Finish the story begins with: “Are you laughing at me?“

There she was, my mother, still with humour while smelling the orchids I gave her.

“Yes, Mom, it was funny. For the sake of vanity, you broke your wrist.” And we laughed again.

I have just arrived three hours ago from Germany. I was looking forward to this holiday. Everything was planned and booked. The manicurist arrived and we were going to have our nails painted. My Mom went to her room, looking for her favourite nail polish. It was on top of her wardrobe, so she climbed on the chair to get it.

We heard her shout and found her slumped on the floor. We took her to the hospital, they x-rayed her left wrist and found that it was broken into pieces. They have re-aligned it and put a fibre glass cast. So, the first two days of my holiday were spent in the hospital. We laughed together.
(150 words)






Finish the story begins with: “A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.”

The Brigadier, his wife and their guests came to inspect what caused the crashed.

One of the SWAT teams was removing some broken glass from his uniform. Men in their black uniforms and weapons entered through the window. They shouted: “Don’t move. Put your hands up. We meant no harm. We just want Brigadier Delos Santos.”

“I’m Brigadier Santos, what do you want?” the tall man said.

“We’re arresting you for embezzling some companies,” said the Captain.

“You utter fools, you got the wrong Brigadier. I’m Brigadier Santos, Brigadier Delos Santos lives on the next hill!”

“So sorry, Sir, we’ll blame the Intelligence for this. We’ll pay for the damage.” They left very apologetic.


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