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Holy cats, the opera was amazing yesterday! AMAZING!!
Here's another 300 words of the story, more or less suited to the
potc100 'Wounds' prompt. Thanks to
hereswith for the beta read.
1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
3. Festive
4. Last Minute
5. Calm
6. Truth
7. Bargain
8. Spook
9. Down
10. Wounds
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
"Ow!"
That was a bad sign. Jack got himself up and over the wall with a minimum of difficulty, dropping down beside Nell, who was sitting on the grass with her shoe off, nursing her foot.
"Are you hurt? Let me see."
She looked up at him. "I twisted it when I landed," she said, her voice breaking.
"Hush, you can blub later, inside, if you must."
"Why, thank you for your kind permission!" she snapped, and snuffled, wiping her nose on her coat sleeve.
Her foot was small and slender, and encased in a not-very-clean white stocking. Examining it carefully, he found himself thinking it was the sort of appendage suited to an embroidered slipper, and trying to recall if they had any such among the swag they'd taken of late. Her sudden hiss interrupted his train of thought. "Hurts here? Try to relax." The side of her foot and the outside of her ankle were puffed, but nothing seemed too much amiss, or unbearably painful, for she was quiet enough, though he noticed she was gripping the grass on either side of her. "A strain, like as not. Let's get you into the house. I'll find something to bind it."
"We can go in? Do you know who lives here?"
"Aye. Came by to see her soon as we dropped anchor, but she's from home at the moment, and the couple that serves her as well. Most convenient for us, eh? Get your shoe." This last as he helped her to stand. Then, when she was swaying on a foot and a half, he said, "Don't squeak, now," and swept her up, light and close.
"Oh! I can walk!"
"Silence! I don't do this for just anyone, y'know." And he carried her across the garden to the house.
TBC…
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1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
3. Festive
4. Last Minute
5. Calm
6. Truth
7. Bargain
8. Spook
9. Down
10. Wounds
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
"Ow!"
That was a bad sign. Jack got himself up and over the wall with a minimum of difficulty, dropping down beside Nell, who was sitting on the grass with her shoe off, nursing her foot.
"Are you hurt? Let me see."
She looked up at him. "I twisted it when I landed," she said, her voice breaking.
"Hush, you can blub later, inside, if you must."
"Why, thank you for your kind permission!" she snapped, and snuffled, wiping her nose on her coat sleeve.
Her foot was small and slender, and encased in a not-very-clean white stocking. Examining it carefully, he found himself thinking it was the sort of appendage suited to an embroidered slipper, and trying to recall if they had any such among the swag they'd taken of late. Her sudden hiss interrupted his train of thought. "Hurts here? Try to relax." The side of her foot and the outside of her ankle were puffed, but nothing seemed too much amiss, or unbearably painful, for she was quiet enough, though he noticed she was gripping the grass on either side of her. "A strain, like as not. Let's get you into the house. I'll find something to bind it."
"We can go in? Do you know who lives here?"
"Aye. Came by to see her soon as we dropped anchor, but she's from home at the moment, and the couple that serves her as well. Most convenient for us, eh? Get your shoe." This last as he helped her to stand. Then, when she was swaying on a foot and a half, he said, "Don't squeak, now," and swept her up, light and close.
"Oh! I can walk!"
"Silence! I don't do this for just anyone, y'know." And he carried her across the garden to the house.
TBC…
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Date: 2009-01-20 03:37 am (UTC)