‘I don’t believe it!’ Myrtle Rance stood looking at the outline in front of her.
Glynis Fairchops took a photo on her mobile phone, and said, ‘well, there’s the proof. I knew you wouldn’t believe it, so I had to go and get you and bring you back, so you could see it with your own eyes.’
‘But the mayor?’ Myrtle was stunned. ‘Are you sure you’re right, Mrs Fairchops?’
‘Mrs Rance,’ Glynis protested, ‘now you know me well enough to know that I don’t tittle tattle, not that often, and I’m not tittle tattling about this.’
‘I can’t believe it about the mayor. I saw him only this morning. Me and Ognar, actually, in the fishmongers.’ Myrtle looked up at the hand, ‘it isn’t even finished.’
‘Oh, I hadn’t noticed that,’ Glynis pondered for a second, ‘that’s very odd.’
‘Ah, there you are, my little pomegranate,’ Ognar said cheerily as he walked around the corner to join the two ladies, ‘you don’t look very happy… what’s the matter?’
‘That!’ Myrtle said pointing to the wall in front of her. ‘Look what the mayor’s gone and done… he’s entered this into the village art competition, and they’ve put it up next to your abstract tomatoes!’
‘Don’t worry, my sweet,’ Ognar whispered as Glynis moved along to the next entry, ‘Old Dobbo’s doing the judging, and I helped him to put this picture up here.’ He winked cheekily as he wiped away the last of the chalk dust from his hand.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we provide up to 250 words. My story this week features a couple of my favourite characters, Myrtle and Ognar Rance!
The Mansionic Perspective 
Leave a reply to clark Cancel reply