From the moment, we arrived at the Dump house we knew we were not in for a pleasant evening. The door knocker said it all. Aggression, intolerance, arrogance and a pretty good smattering of ‘eat shit and die’.
Door knockers can say all those things, and the Dump’s house was one of those that spoke of defiance in the face of logic and common sense.
Inside the furnishings were all polished within an inch of their lives and you had the feeling that should you sit on anything the moment you stood up a servant would appear with a polishing cloth to remove all vestige of you having been there.
We were greeted cordially I have to say, but the first thing we noticed was there was not a lot of opportunity for conversation as Ronny Dump was a man who liked to dominate the conversation, or should I say the diatribe he started the night with.
From politics to the economy he had an opinion on it and was only more than happy to look you down and argue the futility of any argument contrary to his.
It came as no relief to be served dinner, which I must add was superb, the steak and tomato sauce a combination I might not serve but in another man’s house and I didn’t have to cook it, so I was fine to indulge myself.
After dinner, he continued and by the time we were wanting to leave, for our sanities sake, he had enlisted three other guests in supporting his claims for business improvements that would benefit his own financial concerns.
It was a most unpleasant evening and as we left, glad to be out of the place, the door knocker again reminded me that all was not well in a world that promoted self-promotion over the good of all.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2017/06/01/thursday-photo-prompt-knock-writephoto/
Morpethroad 
Sadly, that last line is all too true.
Sad it certainly is.
What a brilliant take, Michael!
Thanks Ritu glad you could stop by.
No worries!
Funny, I think I recognize your host—name’s on the tip of my tongue…
You must be familiar with his cousin Hada?
Of course. Did you know that Nellie walked out on them? Just packed up and left.
No can’t say I did😁
Can’t say I blame her 🙂
Perfectly understandable
🙂
An “eat shit and die” door knocker…how funny!
Well it has that look about it..lol
It really does…lol.
I see you changed your avatar, I thrust the new one is more you than the previous one?
I would say that both are a part of my personality. 😁
Hmmm…well yes then….I think I prefer the current side to you…lol
The first paragraph just did me in – had it all summed up right then and there – in such a wonderful and creative way – talk about an opening hook into the story! LOL – lovely reading of the image and personification of the door knocker! Bloody brilliant 😀
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Haha, I loved this. The clever play on words Dinner at the dumps… very well done!
Thanks Jessica, some stories just cry out to be written…
I hear that! And this particular prompt did the same for me too!
Hah! A great take on the photo, and speaks to truth. I think you coddled Mr. Dump by making the meal palatable!
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