She’s wearing her red coat, which is warm and long, and it’s perfect. She wonders what she should write today, since she has a small notebook in her pocket. She strides across the ancient bridge; she stops in the middle. She surveys the large loch, pulls out her pencil and paper, and scribbles a few lines: it’s a haiku – from Scotland to Japan.
from heather to cherry blossom; just divine
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Image credit: Christian Crocker @Unsplash
This image showsthe back view of a woman dressed in modern day attire, and a red coat, walking towards an ancient castle in Scotland, over a stone bridge.
‘Gosh, this will be fun,’ grinned one of the boys. ‘Yes, we’re all going on an adventure.’ ‘We have got everything we need,’ smiled Great Aunt Margot. ‘Now get into the back of my 2CV boys, we are going to the woods, since it’s autumn so we can get some mushrooms, and maybe some truffles.’ ‘Truffles? What are those?’ Great Aunt Margot waved a hand as she continued to drive, and rather fast, ‘truffles are very good and very expensive, but we will see.’
The three of them tootled around in that little car for a bit, when suddenly Great Aunt Margot stopped, and then reversed, and stopped again. ‘Look boys, there’s eggs available. You can get out and ask,’ as she gave one of them some notes.
The two boys trotted over to the sign, and then into the little farm. ‘Is anyone here?’ shouted both of them. For a moment it seemed that no-one was around, but just a little later, a very nice lady appeared. ‘Ah, that would be Madame Margot,’ the nice lady said. ‘Two dozen, I imagine,’ as she waved back.
Soon that was sorted, they were off again. ‘Time to find some mushrooms and do some truffle hunting,’ grinned Great Aunt Margot.
They walked around the woods, and all three of them had lovely mushrooms, although sadly they didn’t find any truffles this time. But they did see something in the distance… Yes, that’s right, a couple of unicorns – and yes, they are real.
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The two gargoyles were talking in hushed tones as they made over to the aerodrome: ‘Come on we are not mad, we are good at everything, aren’t we,’ said one – while the other one said, ‘quite so, we both remember that huge balloon, and that was fine,’ – as the two of them got into a helicopter.
Scatty and Joan had been still looking for the two gargoyles, not realising that they were up in the sky; they’d been on that big motorcycle for ages weaving around from left to right and back again on the Tour de France.
‘Hold on,’ yelled Scatty, ‘this is a big challenge,’ – but meanwhile Joan yelled back, ‘I am feeling nauseous and I have a headache, although at least I haven’t a malady and I’m sure I’ll be fine when we stop.’
The red-headed woman was on another road listening to many lovely melodies as she hummed in her little red car, it was very much quicker since this was one of the main motorways, and she was going to the south of France having found that The Old One and Mr Cushing had been staying near Cannes.
Francis was still at home and lounging around while watching the Tour de France; he had double-checked the time for the final race, and as usual it was at Paris, on the Champs-Elysees on Sunday.
He smiled as he continued to watch; whoever would win, he would make sure there would be plenty of champagne on ice.
The two boys were back in France, in a small town where Great Aunt Margot lives. ‘What’s the time?’ said one of them, as they both looked up to the big clock outside in the main square. ‘Okay, one more time to walk quickly around the great church – why not?’ ‘Shall we do it?’ ‘Yes, let’s go.’
Meanwhile, Great Aunt Margot had bought her usual things in the market: a long baguette, some very oozy cheeses and three little patisserie cakes, which she put in her big basket. She then stopped next to the new gallery. ‘How is it going, my dear?’ said Great Aunt Margot. A young woman smiled. ‘Anything you would like?’ ‘Hmm, something small perhaps,’ as she stepped into the shop.
A couple of minutes later the two boys appeared. ‘What have you got?’ asked one of the boys. ‘Never mind about that, I will show you that back at home. But any way it’s almost lunchtime,’ as she grinned.
The three of them chatted happily, as they walked down to where they stayed, but no one would be able to find what they did after that.
And also in the small town, not far from the woods, you might still see a few unicorns, and their names are: Victor, Wellington, Xena, Yasmine and Zacharia.
So thanks for that Jenne and C .E. Aye, we’ve had a great time, and maybe we will see you around sometime.
So now I must find a new tale, but where?
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The two gargoyles had managed to get away from the gendarmes since there was a small crash with several cyclists on the Tour de France just at that moment; sadly they had to leave their big motorcycle, but they quickly got to the fields and they hid in the many, many tall sunflowers.
They whispered together: ‘what are we going to do?’ – ‘look, the river is just over there,’ – oh yes, I can see a boat,’ – ‘you mean we are going to row? – ‘hmm, I’ve a better idea…’ as he pulled out his smartphone, and began to send a WhatsApp.
Joan picked up her phone as her face lit up, she glanced at the red-headed woman, ‘haven’t you still got that little car? – ‘I.. em, yes… I’ll go and get it, and I’ll drive back to you,’ as she jumped up, ‘we will all go and find that place… yes?’
Two hours later, the three women had already found that big motorcycle; ‘well, I can ride it,’ said Scatty, ‘and I’ll sit on the back,’ said Joan.
It was the next day, and the three women were still looking for the two gargoyles.
Francis was on his own, it was the rest day for the Tour de France, so no cycling to watch; he walked into the music room, it had been hardly used for decades, but suddenly Francis had a hankering to play: maybe the piano, or the guitar? but no, that lovely cello, ‘I’m going to play it.’
It was another Sunday afternoon for the two boys. ‘It’s always nice to go on our bikes, isn’t it.’ ‘Yes indeed, we are very lucky, especially now it’s a lovely day.’ ‘Let’s go faster, and maybe we can see a train, since the tracks are not far from here.’ ‘Gosh yes, we can go over the bridge just over there.’ And so the two boys rode off as fast as they could.
They came to a stop, and right in the middle of the bridge. ‘Can’t see a train either on the upline or downline at the moment.’ As they both looked (and twice). ‘Are there trains on Sunday?’ ‘I’m sure there are… I think.’ They thought again, and looked again; but nothing. ‘Oh well, let’s ride as close as we can, since there’s a little road over there.’
So they continued for quite a long time, still looking for a train. ‘Gosh, we’re almost in another village, and I don’t know this place.’ ‘Me neither, but look…’ ‘Oh yes, it’s a level crossing and also a little train station.’ ‘And now listen…’ ‘They are closing the gates…’
The two boys grinned. ‘Quick, let’s get on the platform.’ ‘Are we allowed?’ ‘Yes, of course.’
The train stopped and people got out, and in. The guard glanced over to the two boys and their bikes, and he said: ‘Do you want to go in the last carriage? And there’s no charge for you.’ ‘Ooh, thanks a lot,’ as they both grinned.
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
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