At Full Moon, the Moon’s face is fully lit up—give or take a tiny bit.
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‘Do we remember what we did… that beautiful day, and night, when we saw the Harvest Moon,’ said the Raconteuse, – while Mimi said, ‘of course, it was us and Jenne,’ as she clapped her hands, – then the Bartender said, ‘later we came home where we found our silver boxes and our little lockets.’

Mimi held up her locket, while the Bartender held out her hand, ’I made it into a ring, nice, isn’t it?’, as the Raconteuse gently opened the small box; but then the Bartender froze for a moment, as Ms Storme lunged at the box, ‘give me a look, won’t you?’

‘Wait, just a moment,’ said the Raconteuse, ‘there’s no locket, but here’s a letter from Jenne – she says she’s gone to pastures new, also Mr C. E. Ayr, and the two of them do the Unicorn Challenge, jolly good,’ – ‘I would agree,’ said the tall, thin man, who winked.

He continued to pose a question, while the Gatekeeper looked on, and Hūnga barked; ‘my idea is that Ms Storme should take over the reins, what do you think?’

Everyone seemed to be happy with that, so that was that; Ms Storme and the tall, thin man suddenly needed to be elsewhere; while the Gatekeeper and Hūnga, will be elsewhere too, and later they will look up, since there’ll be a tiny nick over the moon.

‘And as for me,’ said the Raconteuse, ‘I’m going to dip into this book, in fact, it was partly written by me.’

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The Silver Locket
authored by Chris Hall
writing as Holly Atkins

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‘Are you going to open that?’ said Tom – as the red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, nodded her head; she was about to gently rip the parcel but then she heard the wonderful car, as the three of them turned to look at the street.

‘Looks like she’s back,’ grinned Mimi, ‘we can always adapt, but it is so much better when our Bartender is here,’ as they watched the beautiful car glide around the corner, ‘and look who also is there – it’s the Gatekeeper and lovely Hūnga.’

The tall, thin man and Ms Storme appeared from the Manager’s office, both of them looking rather smug, but Tom muttered to himself – she’s hardly an angel, but he said, ‘how nice to see you, my dear,’ as he smiled radiantly, using his best actor voice.

But now there was much merriment since Hūnga bustled in, closely followed by the Bartender and the Gatekeeper, while Mimi said, ‘it’s certainly busy now… drinks everyone?’

A little later, the Raconteuse began to open her parcel, ‘okay, I’m doing it,’ – while everyone crowded around, even Hūnga… ‘so, it’s a box, small oblong and clearly silver,’ she looked up, ‘ah, I know this… and you?’ staring at Mimi and the Bartender.

‘Do we still have those?’ – ‘well, mine is on my dressing table,’ said Mimi, – ‘mine is in my bathroom,’ said the Bartender, – ‘and mine, my original one, is still here in my big bag, so the fourth one has been given back… mm.

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The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, was been on that long, long, wonderful train, but now she was keen to arrive back to New York; she’d been listening to the two guys talking about the executor of the will and how much money they might inherent; she was still grinning as she left the train, it seemed that their late uncle had a lovely long life.

She’d been mulling in her head as she’d begun to execute a plan and a plot, as she was sitting in a taxi as it made its way to downtown New York; she’d tipped the cab and then walked across and along to the small alley.

She was ready to greet all the Proprietors, as she walked down three steps to the door; she opened the SSC&B, hearing the tinkling bell; Mimi and Tom appeared through the double doors and both of them smiled although their hands were full.

‘There’s only us here at the moment,’ said Mimi, ‘the Bartender has gone on leave with her fancy car, and the Gatekeeper with his gorgeous dog have also gone somewhere; but the tall, thin man is around somewhere – and that new woman, Ms Storme, well, she’s a dark one.’

‘Look, on the table next to the bar,’ said Tom, pointing, ‘this is for you: it’s a small parcel, it arrived yesterday.’

The Raconteuse dumped her big bag, and then stared at it, and stared again; she looked to Tom and Mimi, ‘hmm, that doesn’t look good.’

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