Category Archives: 100 Character Vignettes

79 of 100: Wilbur Longhurst

“Don’t just stand there gawking, lad. Come aboard or be off with ye.”

I hesitated in the doorway. My father had more of my grandfather’s way about him now and for a moment I thought I had encountered a ghost. His shoulders stooped more than I remembered and he shuffled from foot to foot, showing some favor for his left foot. In his right hand he held his pipe, while his left hand filled the bowl with tobacco. Much of the tobacco fell to the floor due the tremor in his left hand. His hair was white as was the beard on his chin.

A ghost in broad daylight seemed unlikely, if there was any truth to the folklore and ghost stories. The annoying glances at me as his tamped the tobacco in place were more akin to my father. My grandfather would have slipped a mischievous grin my way along with a discreet wink. I stepped across the threshold removing my hat as I did.

“Good afternoon, Father,” I said trying to intimate my pleasure at seeing him with a forced smile. It felt false and it proved ineffective.

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78 of 100: Bishop Elijah Turner

“It’s out of the question,” Bishop Elijah Turner said. “You have no idea of the education you are lacking for such a position. At your age, I suggest settling down and finding a wife. There are many ways you can contribute to the church without becoming a minister.”

“I grew up with a Christian education and since coming here, Benjamin has brought the gospel to life for me. I have attended Sunday services without fail, and I have read the Bible from cover to cover—twice. My brother has even provided his books from university so that I might gain from the wisdom of a great cloud of witnesses.”
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77 of 100: Leslie Primer


“Good afternoon, Miss Primer,” I said. I stood in the open doorway to the schoolroom. Leslie Primer had her back to the empty desks, chalk in hand, multiplication formulas scratched out on the slate. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“You are, but my time isn’t nearly as important as yours, so I’ll oblige your interruption,” she said, though she continued to writer her formulas on the board. “How can I help you, Reverend?”

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76 of 100: Louis Forte


I’d seen him bend an iron bar thicker than my thumb, but I don’t always trust my eyes. I’ve seen tricks like this before where the bar has been tampered with or only appears to be iron, when in fact it’s a much weaker, more pliable metal. And I don’t let the fact that someone from the audience tried to bend it dispel my disbelief. Like a skillful magician, a moment of distraction or misdirection is all one needs to slip the true iron bar out of sight to be replaced with the phony. And even having an opportunity to examine the bar myself after he had twisted it up like a pretzel, I still had my doubts.

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75 of 100: Paddy Fidget


“I hear they got a two-headed calf,” said the little man with the mustache and a well-worn bowler. The ends of his mustache turned up in a smile as he addressed the two boys standing hand in hand between their mother and father. “And there’s this crocodilly that’s near twenty feet long. They say its mouth is as long as a grown man is tall, and it’s teeth are like bowie knives. I’m gonna get my ticket quick cause there’s gonna be line round the tent in no time.” With those words of excitement, the man turned on his heels and hurried to the booth by the opening to the tent.

“One ticket, please,” he said loud enough for the gathering crowd to hear him. Behind him, the two boys tugged eagerly at their parents hands urging them to purchase tickets for the oddity show. The parents conceded and just as the little man had promised, the crowd started forming a line that extended along the front of the tent.
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