She looked at the cover, and then picked it up, she wondered who had written it since there was no signature. The back cover was also blank, so time to open that book.
And what did she find? Actually… nothing. It’s her to write it you see.
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Image credit: Eveling Salazar @Unsplash
This image showsa book with a title – Free forever printed on its cover. The image in monochrome where the book is greyish white and the background is dark.
‘Okay, the final race for the Tour de France this year, it has been excellent so far, don’t you think?’ smiled Francis, as he inverted the first bottle of champagne, while Joan and Scatty sip some, as they all watched the large television.
‘It’s such a wonderful place in the heart of Paris, all those lovely buildings and statues, meanwhile the cyclists will cycle around the Champs-Elysees (four times as usual), but this time it will be longer since it’s going up to the top of the Butte Montmartre,’ said Francis.
‘Gosh, right by us,’ said Scatty, ‘you know, I’m going to go out there, just now; I can get a little patch of grass near the Basilica of the Sacre-Coeur, and that will be perfect,’ as she grabbed her coat, then she reversed for a moment to say, ‘I will have a great position there, I’m sure!’
‘Well, I think this is much cosier, and there’s only the two of us,’ said Joan – ‘yes, I think so too,’ said Francis, as he put his arm over her shoulder.
‘Ah ha, here it is,’ said Joan, ‘such a beautiful sculpture for the horse, and it looks very like me where I’m sitting proudly up on the Place des Pyramides – oh yes, valour… that was me at the time, wasn’t it,’ as she grinned, – while Francis gave her a big kiss.
But what happened to the two gargoyles… and where’s that red-headed woman? – well, we guess it’ll be next time!
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.
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