A Long Long Time Ago Around Bedtime

“Husband, what are you doing out here beneath the stars?” Ellimayee gestured upwards with both hands.

“I’m contemplating the Universe.” King Rabletop III replied as he knelt in the quickly cooling sand.

“But why under the watchful eyes of the ancient pharaohs would you consider such a thing?”

“It has to be done, wife. Up there, out there, are all the answers we will ever need.”

“Maybe so, husband. But first, shouldn’t you have the questions?”

“I have a question, my queen, which is why I’m here contemplating. That group of stars up there,” Rabletop pointed directly overhead, “they look like a chicken. I feel I should name such a consternation, only I cannot think of the correct term to use.”

“Constellation, husband.”

“Yes… indeed. I hereby dename that chicken consternation ‘Constellation’. It has a celestial ring to it.”

Ellimayee looked toward the stars herself and headed back to bed.

A Long Long Time Ago Whilst Posing

“This will be the main image for the Big Chamber, husband. It can go on the big wall.” Queen Ellimayee told King Rabletop III whilst trying to stay as still as she possibly could, as the chief decorator looked on desperately trying to remember their poses in great detail. “Agnes, our chief servant, has already done her poses for the Upper and Lower Borders. We can add our regal poses for the left and right of the main image at a later time. We don’t want to overwork Cedric today.”

“Today?” Rabletop whispered in reply. “It will take him over a year just to mix the paint. It’s no wonder we look nothing like our images when they’re complete.”

“We have changed since our last portraits were done, I agree.” Ellimayee agreed.

“We haven’t changed that much. And Cedric’s excuse that the paint was cracking doesn’t wash with me either.”

A Long Long Time Ago Whilst Shopping

“Husband, what is it?” Queen Ellimayee looked on as her husband, King Rabletop III emerged from the store and stood at the top of the steps, his hands out in front of him.

“This store is rubbish!” He declared. “Not a grape in sight. Nor a pear. Nor a, erm, banana-thing.”

Ellimayee rolled her eyes. “Please, husband, when we get back to the Palace of the Sands, please consult the Book of Thoth once again. This is the home furnishings store. The fruit merchant is next door.”

Disgruntled, Rabletop screwed his face. “Please tell me again, wife, why we have come shopping and not commanded our servants to do so for us?”

“Because, husband, you said you wanted to get out with the people more.”

“Indeed I did,” Rabletop thumbed to the store behind him, “but I meant by getting out in the sun to give our commandments, not this!”

It was lovely while it lasted

The roads are getting busier again lately. And with it, the noise is building up once more. That, or people who are deciding to go out in their vehicles have decided to use their noisiest ones!

The past few weeks during this lockdown period have provided a natural silence outside, with the only sounds being the breeze and the birdsong. Such pleasant sounds after being locked away have been most welcome.

There’s now talk of relaxing the social distancing rules, even though the virus is still infecting thousands every day. I may be a little over-cautious, but whilst the virus is still around, today is no different to yesterday. But then, maybe me wanting to stay in and stay safe makes me a little selfish.

I have been enjoying the natural silence outside, so for now at least I’ll continue to do so, while it lasts.

For Six Word Saturday.

The Weather Controller

Maraganna looked out of the window to the torrential rain outside, and then glanced down to Huffle who was sound asleep on the sill.

She walked to the olde woden bookcase and retrieved her Wizard’s Almanac. She opened the leather-bound book to the index page, and then touched the word ‘Today’ with her left index finger. The book sprung to life. The pages flicked back and forth as Maraganna held it in her right hand. For a second, the page appeared blank, and then filled with letters from top to bottom.

She glanced up at her barometer, which pointed to ‘fair’, and then looked back outside the window. Still torrential rain.

She returned her attention to the almanac, where the letters had merged into the header ‘Today’ and below two words boldly said ‘No Rain’.

“Hmmm…” she thought, “maybe I shouldn’t have done that rain dance this morning after all…”