The two gargoyles were still worrying about their smartphones, and they were feeling rather hard done by now, as they continued to peer around those dreadful bones and skulls in the catacombs, although the two of them giggled a bit about the time when they would hold an excellent flag known as a Jolly Roger, since they had pretended to be a couple of pirates at the top of a tall steeple at that time.
Meanwhile, Joan had been hammering home a point about what we were supposed to be doing now, since her husband, Francis, had been talking so much stuff he knew to tell it to The Old One, while he, The Old One, had been a bit bamboozled about all of that by now.
“Well, we are women, aren’t we,” grinned Scatty, “and we are headstrong – very much so,” as the red-headed woman smiled, “there’s no pussyfooting around in our group,” as Scatty turned into her black panther for a bit.
“All right,” said Francis, “we are almost there,’ as he looked around everyone, including those two gargoyles, “it’s going to be good… trust me.”
So off they went, and rather quickly, since almost all of them were pretty hungry by now, and also some of them were almost gasping for wine.
And what a wonderful place it was; “see, it had been restored, there was a very tall cinema, a fully stocked bar, and a complete restaurant with tables and chairs, and only for us,” smiled Francis.
She’s sweet and fluffy and really gorgeous, and she’s staring intently at something, that cat.
She’s thinking many thoughts, you can tell that, and she is mightily intelligent, that cat.
She’ll pounce, she will, and very soon, you’ll see, that tail is wagging now, a definite sign, that cat.
She’s going, she is, she is jumping down, she’s looking up, lunch-time hooman, and now! That cat!
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Image credit: Kim Magno@Pexals
This image shows a fluffy cat sitting in a half opened window where it can see both outside and inside the room. Its tail is hanging down the window sill. Outside the window, the scene is foggy and nothing is visible.
Val‘s Scavenger Hunt – 14th prompt Write a Dixdeux. This form is an alternative to the Haiku. Dixdeux means ten- two and refers to the syllable count of the lines of the tercet: 10-10-2. When more than one tercet is written the last line become the refrain and is repeated as the last line in subsequent tercets. There is no rhyme and no title.
“It’s a great place here,” grinned one of the boys. “Perfect, since we have our fishing tackle with us today.” “We could sit by the bank, and maybe dabble our toes in the stream…” “… or we could get rather more wet, and start from that muddy bit.” “Muddy is always good.”
They removed their socks and trainers, and put them together by the bank, then they brought their rods, including a good strong net.
They waded around a bit and peered by the waters. A couple of tiny minnows rushed past, but that was all. “We need to be deeper.” They got rather wet until they climbed onto the large flat rock. “Aha, this is much better.”
They didn’t get any fish, but they found several coins at the bottom of the stream. “It seems that some of them could be very old.” “Ooh, how exciting.” “Lucky us, eh?”
It’s such a nice apartment, and she had been there for ages. She had been a worker for many years, but now she’s retired. Fun, relaxing and happiness.
She has a few friends, but not close, and that’s fine. She doesn’t mind cooking, but nothing fancy. It takes too long otherwise. She has her little table and her laptop, and she does bits and pieces.
However, her passion is books. Wonderful books. She continues to buy. The only thing she worries about is this. She’ll never be able to read all of those ones before she’s dead. Sad but true.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100
“Well, at least I can chortle again now,” grinned the red-headed woman, as she also linked arms with Joan, while winking to Scatty, as they continued to walk through the catacombs.
Meanwhile, Francis and The Old One had been having a long and interesting conversation, but it was mostly Francis talking since he was very knowledgeable especially about ancient written things, he was waxing lyrically and said, “you know, the National Archives in the heart of Paris, in fact, almost up there,” as he pointed one hand up, “it’s the largest in the world, I’m sure,” as the two of them continued to talk.
“Fascinating, indeed,” said The Old One, although he felt he should try to move on to less grave things, especially since so many skulls and what not were just down there, and making him rather sick, even though as he thought to himself, I might be a vampire, but at least my head had not been removed, as he was about to grin too much, while glancing to the two gargoyles.
“Curse it, curse it, I can’t get a signal here,” as he poked his smartphone crossly, “gosh, but I mean maybe I’ve run out of data, you must help me… now!”
“My goodness, we’re starting to argue more than usual, we do like a bit of banter, being gargoyles, but this is too much just now, I wonder what it is?”
“Well, we’re certainly happier in the light, and preferably up by a fabulous cathedral!”
such a wonderful time pleasant and delightful so glowing and blissful dear October
we had been on the boat looking at gorgeous trees while drifting past quays dear October
we will dock very soon it had been just a week and of course never bleak dear October
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Image credit:Daniel J. Schwarz@Unsplash
In this image we see a boat in water. There are hills at the far shore and they are covered densely by trees wearing autumn foliage. the boat and the trees are reflected in the water.
Joan had told everyone to stop walking, as they looked around in the first magnificent chamber, while Francis consulted his detailed map, but the two gargoyles began to take some interesting snapshots on their smartphones.
Meanwhile, the red-headed woman had recovered her composure, “no more quivering,” she muttered to herself, “and no quitting either,” she continued, “even though this huge underground catacombs place is more than weird and still pretty scary,” as she started to take more notice around the walls.
“There are so many bones down here,” said Scatty, “and all those skulls often don’t match, so many of them don’t belong together,” – “but that seems so sad,” said the red-headed woman, as The Old One joined them.
“I’m afraid we will have to pass all those wretched monarchs,’ said Francis, “there’s no other way,” – “oh well, not to worry” grinned Scatty, “I’m always happy to say this – off with their heads,” as she giggled a lot.
“Quite right too,” agree Joan, “no cakes for her or anyone else any more, you know who I mean, that Queen, Marie-Antoinette,” – “indeed no,” chipped in one of the gargoyles, “actually I believe that Queen has to continue to make quilting things, she must make them every day, and then she must undo them again,” – “well, that’s bizarre but there it is, how did you know about that?” – “no idea, but I do.”
So several of them said about that Revolution: Vive la France! – as Scatty and Joan linked arms and grinned.
