Saturday, July 21, 2012

In A Name


Linus rose slowly on unsteady legs and fought to slow his ragged breathing. He'd done his best to behave in a polite and gentlemanly manner; yet she'd as near as spat in his face. Apparently, a gracious and demure refusal was simply to much to expect from the much-vaunted Lady Scarlet.

Her parents were foolish to have named her such since it's not as if she actually had been...scarlet that is. Wiping his knife on the hem of her gown and straightening his cravat, he took justifiable pride in having corrected that particular misnomer.

10 comments:

  1. This is delicious in a malevolent kind of way. Bravo, Mr. Hollar!

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  2. Delicious malevolency served up with a smile.

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  3. I wondered if his ragged breathing was just from polite fury kept within himself...but obviously not. Seems a man scorned can be more dangerous than a woman!

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  4. Oh my goodness! Well, I'll certainly be more polite in my refusals in the future. A good cautionary tale told with a whallop!

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  5. My goodness. Wicked!! Nicely done.

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  6. Didn't expect that end, great stuff :)

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  7. Becareful who you say no to and the manner in which you say it. . . . despite his wobbly legs and ragged breahing, he appears rather calm at his deed . . . scary man! Well done!!!! xx

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  8. I liked the tone of this piece, very convincing. Quite horrifying too, the casual way he deals with the aftermath of his deed.

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  9. Yikes! Something tells me she should not have scorned him.

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  10. Boy, I can feel his disdain from here. Nice post!

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