WEP Challenge April 2020: Antique Vase

This story will serve as a chapter in Team Netherworld's forthcoming novel or collection of connected stories (however readers prefer to view it), The Ballad of Gerry Clifford, which is part of the Yadira Chronicles. Full critique is welcome, providing you use the Hamburger Method. Or Veggie Burger Method. Or Egg Salad Sandwich method. I ain't picky, providing your criticisms are palatable and wrapped in compliments. 

Lotus Clifford is the adopted elder sister of Gerry and Paul Clifford, who appeared in the Cafe Terrace tale.

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Genre: Cthulhu Mythos fiction/Paranormal Romance 
(Or, for those of you who are really picky, this particular chapter of a book falling within those genres could be construed as strictly romance.)

Word Count: 1000 Words

On a cold November day in 2014, a rangy priest with thinning dark-brown hair was pricing items for a rummage sale to benefit his parish. The Chapel of Loaves and Fishes was a small Catholic sanctuary in London’s Crouch End borough. The door opened, and a small, swarthy woman dressed in black, her graying black hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, entered. A smile brightened the cadaverous cleric’s pale face.

“Did you enjoy your birthday celebration, Sister Lotus?” Father William Kroger inquired.

Sister Lotus Clifford smiled, but the smile did not reach her sad dark eyes.

“Bit of a shambles, I’m afraid,” she replied as she hung up her coat. “Poor Gerry couldn’t recall whose birthday it was, and he grew quite tired and irritable. I’d just as soon have stopped in for tea like any ordinary day, but our dear Paul always tries to recreate the way things were when we were young. Gerry’s dementia is a stark reminder that our youth is well behind us.”

Father William gently patted Sister Lotus’ shoulder. She gazed affectionately into his kindly blue-gray eyes, and squeezed his long, thin fingers.

Lotus noticed an antique vase sitting on a table behind Father William.

“Oh, you fixed it!” she exclaimed. “I still regret breaking it in a fit of temper.”

“Robert Fitzgerald could test the patience of a saint,” Father William observed.

“Well, I’m hardly a saint,” Lotus laughed, picking up the vase.

“I’ll take it to Anwar Seti at the curio shop” she proposed. “I’m certain it was made by the fish people. Look how the sea dragon forms the handles, and the fish’s face pushes forth from the rim as if it were emerging from water. I’ll be back in a tick.”

Lotus walked to the curiosity shop diagonally across from the chapel. The bell gave a merry jingle and an elderly bald man with gray, wrinkled skin, milky blue eyes, small ears, and a fishlike mouth poked his head out of the back.

“Lotus!” Anwar greeted. “I’ll put the kettle on. Then you must tell me everything!”

“I want you to see this wonderful vase, Anwar,” Lotus explained. “I broke it, but Father Will repaired it. It looks like something made by your people.”

Anwar returned with a tea tray. He admired the vase as Lotus poured the tea.

“It came back together nicely,” he observed. “You fumbled it you say?”

“I threw it at Robert Fitzgerald’s head.”

“He must have done something dreadful to prompt you to crack his coconut with this weighty urn. Care to fill an old friend in?”

“At the Halloween party last week, Rob was drunk as a skunk and telling John Michael that it was time to pack the old bald skeleton off to the churchyard and replace him with a newer model.”

“After everything that Father Will has done for him.”

“Indeed. I said ‘Mr. Fitzgerald, you seem to forget how Father Will saved you from spending a year in the clink for drink driving. A bit of gratitude is in order.’ The blackguard slurred out: ‘it might do the good sister to remember her vows to the Lord.’”

Anwar laughed at Sister Lotus’ imitation of a drunken Robert Fitzgerald as he nibbled a bit of dried seaweed.

“Blimey! What did you say then?”

“I said: ‘Mr. Fitzgerald, I remember my vows to the Lord whenever I recall that I must be charitable even to the most vulgar of philistines.’ Then that rogue had the temerity to say: ‘What I’m sayin’, Sister, is that it ain’t right for you to throw yer love at Father Skeleton when yer married ter the Lord.’ The thought that those hearing him might believe that Father Will was anything but righteous made me see red.”

 “John Michael stepped to my defense,” Lotus continued. “He said ‘Rob, you owe Sister Lotus an apology. ‘Course she loves Father Will. She loves us all as Jaysus ‘imself commanded us to do. Sister Lotus, I know you loves Father Will in the Christian spirit, not dirty like he’s implying.’ Bless John Michael and his innocent heart.”

Anwar squeezed Lotus’ hand.

“I am grateful for the vase, Dear. I intend to pay for it.”

“Anwar, please. It’s a gift.”

“Not another word. I shall donate to the chapel and throw in a morsel of advice for a friend whom I love as my own niece. Rob Fitzgerald has rubbish for brains, but he is not wrong in this case. You know that I will be migrating to the sea soon. Do an old fishman’s heart good before he departs and allow your love to bloom as it has been wanting to for close to forty years. You and Will could still serve your God and community as husband and wife.”

Lotus embraced Anwar and hurried back to the chapel. She found Father William still sorting items for the rummage sale.

“Ah, Sister Lotus!” Father William greeted. “The community has been generous, although I can’t for the life of me figure out what purpose some of these creations serve. Sister, you’re trembling! Whatever is troubling you?”

“It’s Lotus, William. Simply Lotus, hoping that she isn’t chucking forty years of hard work and solid friendship to the wind. Robert Fitzgerald’s lurid conjecture enraged me because I was embarrassed to have my secret exposed. I do love you, but if you don’t feel the same, I…”

 “Oh, Lotus, dear, brave Lotus,” Father William sighed. “I feared I’d go to my eternal rest without you knowing how I felt. Thank the Lord for Rob Fitzgerald’s big mouth!”

“You can also thank that odd vase and Anwar’s wise counsel,” Lotus said with a smile that reached her eyes.

“Well, God bless Anwar and God bless that beautiful, hideous vase!” Father William laughed.

Father William tilted Sister Lotus’ chin and bent to press his lips to hers, melting into an embrace that had been hoping to happen since the moment the pair met in the summer of 1976.

Cie for Team Netherworld Creations/Naughty Netherworld Press

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When I was eighteen and still clinging to the last vestiges of my Catholic faith, I attended the St. Thomas Moore Church in Boulder, Colorado. One of the priests there, a kind gentleman in his thirties, was leaving the priesthood because he had fallen in love and was getting married. The idea I came up with for this story echoes that incident from my past, although there were no Deep One hybrids involved.

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Dear Fans of Lovecraftian fiction, the first book in The Yadira Chronicles is the novella Tales from the Dreamlands: Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the Xura Dream House. This buddy story features an unlikely group of heroes on a quest to save the Cosmos from destruction by the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods and their myriad of sometimes not-too-bright minions. Pick up a copy here! You know you want to!


  1. Love it!! Glad to see these two charming people find the right words at the right time!!!

  2. A cleverly well-crafted love story. A true feast for leisure.

  3. I love the hope and the love contained in this gentle story. Many, many thanks.

    1. Thank you. Considering that I'm about as romantic as an old sock, it always surprises me when I write something like this!

  4. What a romantic tale of forbidden love. I thoroughly enjoyed how you weaved the prompt into your book just the way you did with the Cafe Terrace. I applaud your creativity! Congratulations on a superb entry!

    1. Thank you very much. I had no idea how it would turn out when I started it!

  5. Hello Cie. It's quite common for an incident in the past to be triggered and become an element in one of our stories. No doubt this scenario is also quite common. I admire how you weave the threads - the vase, the Father, and wise counsel.
    A great take on the prompt. Thank you for your participation!

    1. Kind thanks. That little parish is one of the few fond memories I have of a rather traumatic year in the life.

  6. Hi Cie - well done ... and so well told - and I'm sure this happens quite often, yet probably also goes unresolved ... and life is not so happy. Loved it - really clever ... take care - Hilary

    1. Thank you. I do imagine there are cases of unrequited love for those who have taken vows of chastity. I ended up writing a bit of an ultimate slow-burn romance, I think!

  7. Love always finds a way. No matter the ages or the situations, love can't be denied. A charming story.

  8. Hi Cie, I very much appreciated the way that Anwar loved his friend enough to gently break through her defenses and point to a truth that was evident to him but lost on her. Mirroring the truth back to someone, when done with compassion and a constructive approach can be one of the most meaningful acts of friendship around. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thank you Karuna. It's a difficult accomplishment indeed. I think Anwar is a rather special character. :-)

  9. That was sweet. Glad it worked out for them.
    A clever take on the prompt too.

  10. Hi,
    I am a romantic at heart. Romance and Romantic Suspense in Women's fiction is my heart and this story just made my heart sing. I really love it.
    Great job.
    Shalom aleichem,
    Pat Garcia

    1. Thanks so much, Pat. I'm about as romantic as an old sock, which is why it always surprises me when I write something like this. Although I contend that I don't really write my stories. My characters are pushy jerks and they write the stories themselves!

  11. Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed this sweet story! Anwar is a wise and wonderful character, and I wouldn't want to anger Lotus when she has heavy objects at her disposal! Well done!

  12. Good to have some romance this month, and no monsters :) I enjoyed seeing them figure it out even if it was about 40 years late.

    1. In my own life, romance is one of the worst monsters because it tends to be a shape shifter. Fortunately, in fiction, things have a possibility of working out.

  13. Glad you are continuing with these Yadira Chronicle stories, Cara/Cie. Immersive atmosphere - and Lotus is a great name/character. You had me grinning at the exchanges. And they led to the correct conclusion - via a well-placed vase. Wonderful and romantic.

  14. Lovely, homely story. Thank you Cie. Very original. Loved the dialogues.

  15. Aww, what a sweet story. The characters were really well developed and I enjoyed the dialogue, which felt very realistic. I loved Anwar's words of wisdom.

  16. It took me a second to figure out the 'old bald skeleton'! Great description! I love a good love story, though. The outcome is wonderful.

  17. I enjoyed your story, very descriptive characters who made me smile.

  18. A lovely tale of how a broken vase brought about a blossoming, unspoken love of two people. Well done, team netherworld.

  19. “I threw it at Robert Fitzgerald’s head.” -- This made me chuckle for some reason.
    Excellent story! A very enjoyable read.


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