Flash Fiction: The Mummers are coming


“No time to pay attention to the cat!” momma said, as she hurried with her costume. “Are you ready yet?” she asked daddy. She couldn’t hold back the laughter as he strolled into the room with his long underwear on backwards, and wearing a huge bra stuffed with socks.

“Oh my God, look at you!” she giggled, as she slipped her homemade mask over her head. Wearing socks on her hands, mittens on her feet, and her shirt stuffed with a pillow, it was hard not to grin.

Mummering has been a Christmas tradition in Newfoundland for hundreds of years.

Photo Prompt – ©Scott L Vannatter

This is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Here’s wishing a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my blogger buddies.

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8 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Mummers are coming

  1. You reminded me of this old tradition which was practiced in the north of England. I distinctly remember opening the front door as a child, to be greeted by a bunch of people dressed in sheets who rushed into the house, humming loudly and waving brooms and dustpans everywhere. It was years before I stopped having nightmares about it. Good one!

    1. I think the tradition of Mummering was brought to the island from England and Ireland. Europeans came here to trade for cod, which was very plentiful here. Thanks for reading!

  2. Nice answer to the prompt. I couldn’t think of anything this week. You’re just makin’ me wish more and more, that we could move to The Rock. 😀 I might even give up bein’ a grumpy old loner. 😛

      1. I’ve written about our many cats. I think I’ll write a couple more, one fairly soon. I just can’t keep the posts down to 100 words. I thought a post of jokes might be an acceptable substitute. 😆

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