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The red-head woman was sleeping blissfully; Joan had just woken up, she looked down at her friend and smiled – she almost opened her two little fangs, but she’d thought better of it and she stood up quickly, then she bicycled back to the chateau.

Later, the red-head woman woke up – what a long sleep she had, she stretched her arms and sat up on the grass, but where was Joan? – she jumped on to her bike and hurried back to the chateau too.

Meanwhile, Joan had been talking to the old man, as together they had been poring over those antique deeds, as the two gargoyles had sent it than using a courier; the old man grinned ‘look, we’re getting there,’ as he glanced up, ‘who’s it?’ as the red-head dismounted.

He shuffled around the library and then he walked down the steps and opened the door of the chateau – ‘come in, my dear,’ – he bowed and said – ‘you know, I’m a real live wire, apart from my demise, of course,’ as he laughed out loud, ‘and everyone knows that I’ve a very dry sense of humour, even for a vampire!’

‘We’ll have food and wine… and dancing, don’t you think?’- as he held up his hands taking Joan and the red-head woman, ‘what’s your name, by the way?’

‘I just need to set up the lights and music; and there’ll be some other people – indeed I think I can hear them on their motorbikes – it’ll be quite a party!’

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Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: WIRE

ORLÉANS AND CYCLING – see here

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The next day, the red-head woman and Joan of Arc (also known as the Maid of Orleans), had agreed to go to see part of the Tour de France – and it was even better since there was a rest day before the next race.

The red-head woman had been driving (she’d borrowed a car for a couple of days) and Joan had been looking at the scenery, it was only 2 hours from Paris, down to Orleans, as they were chatting happily all the way.

Soon they drove into a grand chateau, just outside the town, and Joan beamed at it: ‘I have been there before – centuries ago – and you know what,’ said Joan, ‘we’ll stay there, since I know a very old friend who lives there.’

They left their things in the car for the moment and walked around the beautiful town, Joan kept out of the sun, meanwhile, the red-head woman bought two ice cream cones as they walked over to the bridge; ‘you know what, we could go on a little adventure,’ they looked at each other, ‘let’s find a couple of bicycles,’ as they giggled.

They rode around the chateau, and passed the tall trees, cycling happily, then they raced for a little way, then they stopped and got off, putting their bicycles down.

They laid down on the soft grass where it was shady and sweet, where the scent of lavender was blissful; but will both of them be able to get up again?

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Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: CONE

Orleans: Joan of Arc celebrations in May and Tour de France 08.07.24

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The large doors clanged open and the young woman appeared, she waved and beckoned; now or never, thought the red-head woman, as she entered the ancient house and into the dark hall, the doors closed, and it echoed around the building.

Both women walked through the courtyard, as they looked at each other; ‘I know who you are,’ said the red-head woman, ‘you’re Joan of Arc, aren’t you?’

‘I am indeed,’ she said as she bowed – ‘I know that you are a vampire, as well.’

‘This is all true,’ said Joan, ‘but let me explain,’ she carried on, ‘I managed to get away before I was burned on the stake, and most of that wasn’t true anyway, but I was a hermit for many centuries until I found a few good friends – we still live here – come and meet them,’ she held up her hands, and beamed.

Joan took her hand and led her into the great hall, where several vampires were sitting drinking absinthe; two were playing chess and one was reading, and further on was a big screen where they were watching the television.

‘Oh my goodness,’ said the red-head, ‘that’s the Tour de France, could we go?’

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Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: HERMIT

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The red-head woman climbed up the rickety stairs to the top level of her tiny flat, as she lugged her big bag which contained all those interesting things, which she had brought from that antique safe in that old almost empty building.

Earlier she still could hardly believe what had happened just by the spooky cemetery around the corner; one of the graves had exploded, as a chasm appeared, for several minutes it was chaos, but then the chasm had closed and the large grave looked just the same as before.

She had been about to go back down from the roof, when she saw the two gargoyles flying away; she felt rather sad to see them go and she wondered if she would see them again, but then she heard one of them shout back to her – see you later!

She shook her head for a moment, but now she was busy again; she had removed everything from her bag and spread them around her bed; there was an old beautiful book, various important documents and nestling in the little box – a ring – she quickly put on her finger, it was set in a lovely ruby, maybe an engagement ring, she’d thought?

She looked at the deeds that were very difficult to read, she scrolled down – French was not her first language – but she could tell that this was something about the old building where the gargoyles stay.

Now there is a thought – do gargoyles read?

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Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: ENGAGEMENT