Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Since Charlie can’t eat corned beef and I’m on a diet, we may have to celebrate the day with a blighted potato. Yeah, not really funny.
ANYWAY, today I’m sharing an excerpt from one of the stories in my Lonnie and Tiny collection, LONNIE, ME, AND…: A SHORT STORY COLLECTION. The story I’m sharing a bit from is “Lonnie, Me, and the Battle of St. Crispin’s Day,” which features an Irish-American priest.
In Honor of the Day
excerpt from “Lonnie, Me, and the Battle of St. Crispin’s Day”
by Marian Allen
“Hey, buddy,” I said.
He jumped so hard, the thing flew up out of his hands and tumbled through the air. He snatched at it but missed and the thing landed plump on the couch cushion beside him.
“Dang it, Tiny!” He grabbed the thing and rubbernecked between inspecting it for damage and glaring up at me. “I coulda broke my smart phone!”
I would have thought giving Lonnie Carter a smart phone was about like giving a banana to a cat, but he sat me down and showed it off and seemed to know how to work it.
“And you know,” he said, “you and me has had some laughs about this Facebook thing, but Leona got me onto it and who do you think friended me?”
Leona came in with a cup of coffee for each of us, said, “Lady Goo-ga?” and went back into the kitchen.
I gave up. “Well, who was it?”
“Daniel…. Daniel….” The name was ringing a bell, somewhere in there. “Danny Halloran? Dime-Store Danny? King of the Five-Finger Discount?”
“That’s the one! And guess what he’s doing?”
“Ten to twenty for grand larceny?”
“No, he’s a priest! Father Dan is what they call him. And guess where he’s priesting?”
Lonnie r’ared back on the couch and bobbed his head in encouragement, but I was all done guessing for the day. “I don’t know, Lonnie. Tell me.”
“Saints Crispin and Crispinian. And guess what day it’s getting to be.”
It was a day I hadn’t thought of for over twenty years, but Lonnie had harked me back, and I knew right away what he meant.
“St. Crispin’s Day,” I said.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a festival you remember from childhood.