The inspiration:
A story:
“Your Highness, please!”
She coolly assesses her lieutenant as he bows.
“We must leave at once. The company of pursuers is ten and fifty, not more than 20 minutes behind .”
It would be d’Invaincu’s men. Led by the bastard himself, if she was lucky.
“I believe you‘re mistaken, Aleron. Five minutes, at most.”
He freezes, hearing distant hoof beats through the lightly falling snow.
Soft pleading at her left, “Mistress! You must flee!” while a short burst of squeaks on her right reassures her.
The blast; and Aleron notes satisfaction in her eyes as the snow swirls around them.
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Now, your turn.
“Welcome to Madame Louise’s Sin Palace. All of my girls are guaranteed disease-free or half your money back.”
[…] 5 and FMJRA Wombat: A Couple of Very Nice People Smitty/Darleen: Friday […]
They get you on the street, before you’ve made it halfway down the block, from the old liquor store, and they haul you into an alley. They don’t take no for an an answer. You can’t fool them. They have a guy watching from the coffee shop across the street. They see through paper bags. They smell the green fairy on the label.
They’ll hold you down. drink it all and smash the bottle over your head to teach you not to run next time. They’re not your typical hipsters. This is ironic violence touched sneeringly with retro. Bloody wormwood.
[…] This week’s inspiration was a little tricky, mainly because it was really specific image. The first thing that drew my eyes, was the little field mouse with the pocket watch reminded me of the White Rabbit. I have always wonder what the Queens of other suits are doing. While I could have gone with the Queen of Diamonds, I instead saw enough visual clues that she could very well be the Queen of Clubs (don’t ask, because it will take too long to explain). Anyway, enjoy! Music: “Ace Of Spades” by Motorhead Book: “Junior Inquisitor (Inquisitor Series Book 1)” by Lincoln Farish […]
“The Other Night I…”
**** …had a date
With the cutest little girl in the forty-eight States,
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame.
Now she said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were just about like they oughta be,
So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane.
She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin’ party was a-goin’ real nice,
So help me Hannah, I think I’d a-been there yet.
But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said, “Ah, Tex, excuse me please,
But I just gotta have another cigarette.” ****
[…] Part of the fascinating “100 Word Challenge” project by Darleen Click over at Protein Wisdom. […]
“Your Lordship.”
“Milady.”
She leaned with studied nonchalance against the tavern door. Her emerald eyes sparkled with challenge and a smoldering promise. A woman who belonged to no man…unless she chose to be possessed.
“Your performance during the tournament was…noteworthy, to say the least.” Her voice smooth, low, her soft breath smelling slightly of menthol. I incline my head in acknowledgement.
“Few have bested the court wizard, and none with so few injuries. You seem to be a man of some…substance.” A subtle hint of a smile. “Let us head inside to discuss…terms, shall we?”
“But of course. Madame.”
“So, the terms of our agreement are clear?” Her emerald eyes flashed through the thin haze of smoke.
“Completely, you’re highness. The Duke dies. It looks like an accident. His brother is brought to the tower in chains. And I get his lands and his lady.” A pause. “And you will have one less challenger to your throne.”
Her smile didn’t reach her ice-green gaze. “So, you aren’t quite as stupid as I’d hoped.” Her eyes bored into mine. “That won’t become a problem, will it?” Her low voice was filled with quiet menace.
I shudder. “No, your Majesty.”
“Good.”