My
voice held all the innocence of a guileless infant. But inside, my heart lifted
her hem and danced a highland fling to the tune of distinct triumph.
-Fly Away Home
I may have missed the last several Snippets of Story, but now I am back into the full swing of writing, and I hope you might have a moment or two to look over my bits and tell me what you think of them. Most are from Fly Away Home, a couple are from Cottleston Pie. Enjoy.
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A
deep sense of loyalty to myself forbade me to answer dishonestly. “Yes. I do think mediocrity is easier.”
“And
is that what you desire?” It frightened me—the grave expression his eyes held
and the fading of his smile.
-Fly Away Home
.. As a cure, I generally recommend a good
book—something about the color of Wodehouse would serve very well. Don’t try
Chesterton—he may give you a headache.
-Fly Away Home
I barricaded myself in my room—locked the
door, pulled the curtains shut, and threw my hat and purse into the diminutive
closet. I stood in front of Nickleby like a woeful nun before her
Father-confessor, and wept. “I am wretched!” He blinked and mewed as if to
console me on that point. “Well, I am.
I was having a perfectly lovely day until home came in the picture.
-Fly Away Home
“There
is no question of whether you will suit me, Miss Harper. We mightn’t agree on a
number of matters, but if I take a liberal dose of Patience every morning and
you tame your tigers a bit, we will refrain from killing one another before the
first issue goes to print. After that—why, the both of us will be too guilty of
a dozen trespasses to extricate ourselves from the web we’ve woven. No, our partnership
is sealed, and in good faith I say.”
-Fly Away Home
“A
pound of shrimp, fresh off the piers this morning, fried to perfection and
destined to be the lunch of the stunning Miss Harper.” He presented one of the shrimp
to me on the end of his letter-opener and then frowned. “No, no. Something’s
wrong…oh yes. I forgot. My briefcase, Miss Harper!” I handed the leather case to
my employer in great confusion and watched as he rummaged in its depths with a
concentrated expression. “Aha. Here we are!” He resurfaced with a glowing face
and a bottle of tartar sauce, presenting it to me with a bow. “My lady, will it
be the sauce for you?”
-Fly Away Home
“You?” Simpian asked. He was not a little
disappointed to see it was only a rabbit after all. He had grand thoughts of
the voice belonging to something threatening—another pirate, perhaps. But you
couldn’t have a swordfight with a rabbit. That much was certain. He sneezed
once—a cross between indignation and goldenrod—and glared at the owner of the
voice. “What are you doing here?”
-Cottleston Pie
“Yes,
who are you?” Sylvi interrupted.
This
was not how the conversation was supposed to go. Simpian bit his lip and
whacked the top off a dandelion. Its fluff went sailing away on a fitful breeze
that started up as if the earth was yawning. “I am Simpian Grenadine.”
“Oh,” the rabbit
said. “Why didn’t you say so? If I had known you were the Simpian Grenadine I’d have not bothered to speak with you.”
-Cottleston Pie
“Oh,
Rabbit,” he said at last.
“What,
Boy?”
Boy? How rude. “My name is Simpian Grenadine,
you know.”
“And
mine is Sylvi, but you called me Rabbit.”
She
had a point. Simpian let the subject lie. “Are you going to be leaving pretty
soon?”
“No.”
Sylvi nestled into the grass and yawned a little yawn that showed her two white
teeth.
“No?”
“No.
You’ll be leaving pretty soon.”
“Oh.” Afterward
Simpian wished he’d said, “Aha,” which sounded a bit more like a pirate and
less like Sulking. But he only said, ‘Oh,’ and nothing else in Cottleston Pie
spoke after him.
-Cottleston Pie
5 comments:
Oh, the ones about Cottleston Pie are too cute!
You've inspired my writing greatly since you told me about this blog.
(Just thought you should know that.)
I'm glad you like them, Molly!
@Mamie, I am honored to have influenced anybody's writing...because so many writers have influenced me...I'm glad to pass it on a bit. Thanks for telling me, dear! :)
Great snippets! I simply must say that I love the title "Cottleston Pie".
Love the last one the best! Sounds like you're writing some fabulous books! :)
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