Monday, April 2, 2012
(My theme is an on-going story, each chapter title being a word starting with the day's letter of the alphabet. The word will either be used in the tale itself, or I'll use some form of its definition. Happy reading and thanks for stopping by! ~Jen)
"I beg your pardon."
"You heard me."
He looked over his paper, the rim of his glasses. "I take it you're agitated."
"Agitated? That's an understatement. You saw her. You saw what they did to her."
"Yes." He folded the paper and looked at her. "Did she see you?"
"I don't think so. She was too busy trying to figure out why she wasn't dead. I managed to get her upright before she began mumbling about her father."
He nodded. "I see. And the key?"
"Still where it belongs." She smoothed her skirt. Looked at her reflection in the glass. "We're going to have to tell her."
"Who?" He was back to reading his paper.
"The bloody queen. Imogene! Pay attention!"
"Easy, Lil. You'll ruffle that serene expression you're known for."
Lil's mouth flapped open several times before she stormed over to him. Instead of ripping the paper out of his hands like she'd intended, she took his scone -hot, buttered and blueberry: her favorite- and left.
"You'll have to tell her you know." He called after her.
"Balderdash!" He'd made her drop the scone.
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