Myrtle and Ognar Rance sat in their caravan overlooking Yelby Marina, Myrtle at her sewing machine and Ognar at his to-be-patented Mini Inventors Kit. Ognar caused a short circuit, which cut out all of the power on the entire caravan park. ‘Whoopsy’, Ognar chuckled, as he felt inside the kit for a mini torch.
Myrtle opened the curtains to allow the lights from the marina into the caravan. The night was crisp and clear, with the reflections of the boat lights doubling the light available. ‘Oh Ognar, it’s beautiful out there.’ Myrtle clasped her hands together over her heart and sighed.
Ognar stood behind his wife, and in a whisper, started singing into her ear, ‘In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…’
Myrtle whispered, ‘our wedding song…’ and she watched the lights fade away into a memory of their reception at the Cock o’ Hoop Inn, where Glynis Fairchops, or Glinwick as she was known back then, tripped on the hem of her bridesmaid’s dress and crashed into the DJ’s lighting rig, whilst dancing to the very same song, causing a power outage on the whole of Avian Way.
Myrtle now chuckled as Ognar reached the a-wimoweh part. She leant her head back onto his shoulder.
A pounding on the door brought them both out of their moments.
‘Oi!’ someone shouted from outside, ‘Is this you again? It’s the fourth time tonight – just stop doing whatever you’re doing in there!’
They both chuckled again.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. They provide a photo and we will write something up to 250 words based upon it.
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