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Disaster struck again, she woke this morning having spent the night with her right boot heel stuck in the grate of the storm drain. She simply couldn't let go of her find. Old Hallows night went by, her magic weakened by the burgers she'd gorged on; she was her own worst enemy. Still Weight Watchers had sent the vicar's wife a leaflet and she'd put it in the recycling bin, luckily no one collected those and the crone cashed in on readng material frequently. She decided, never again would this Hallowed night be lost to human cause. She unzipped the boot and then ...
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hopped off to the council tip through the frosty grass to see if she could find someone to help her get her boot out of the grating. She had an appointment with an old mate and going barefoot was not an option --neither was hopping on one boot with a 3 inch heel. After all- the mate was 'class' even though he..........
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had fallen foul of the cobblers' guild because of the small matter of hide being passed over the tannery fence at night. That no longer seemed to be mentioned. He was back in favour with the mayor and the council. She knew he'd have the tools to lever the heel from the grate and if needs be to fix it back onto her prized boot again. The only problem was he was prone to ...
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grab a bottle from the Vicarage to take by way of a sweetener for him. She clonked into the shop and stood in the queue. So what if she had one boot on and the other, well not present. So what if she was dressed like the banshee she was. What business was it of thiers anyway? Defiantly she held her ground, warty nose aloof, whiskers sprouting from her chin, crumbled teeth clenched. The little wizened old man saw her and motioned her to the back of the shop. She wobbled past them and as he closed the curtain screen, she ...
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suddenly remembered seeing him before, a long time ago, and also remembered that he had taken quite a fancy to her then. She ensconced herself into a threadbare armchair , took off her boot, and waited..
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as he served the last in the queue and then put up the 'closed' sign on the door and locked it. The old clock ticked as the pendulum swung back and forth, the musty old dust smell mingled with that of the embers in the hearth. Never mind the boot; her reason for coming. She soaked up the atmosphere that was perfused with ...
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his stale clothes and body aromas which she did not find upsetting.She had lived in worse places in her seventy-odd years with much............
(Hey Gladys-we should get this published!!!!) Last edited by cathidaw : 08-11-2008 at 02:42 AM. |
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less to worry about. Those seventy years and more; the 'more' she cared less and less to think about. She was a young thing when Henry Tudor was hunting locally in the forest, she thought about that. Her head then wore a beautiful face for all to see, now she had a different time, with different missions to deal with. The man turned towards her, his face expressed a real problem. He seemed to have ....
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wind. She knew in these times there were amny options to help. She leant forward to the hearth and picked up his pipe. It had been gently drawing. She took a long suck on the stem and sat back. As she did there was the most explosive ...
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Flying. They both ended up lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. The rubble dust swirled to rest coating them both like the blanket of fog common in the mornings. There was an awkward silence, he cleared his throat and began by saying...
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#221 (permalink) |
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"Well now, you wretched hag --look what you've gone and done--you've spilt me cocoa" he tried to wipe it up with his dirty sleeve, "What you gointa do about it? --you've chased me all me life ---I've had enough- I'm too old and tired and poor for all this malarky, I need looking after in me old age. Now -what have you got in mind?"
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