Month: February 2021

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Yard

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The outdoor concert and dance was Princess Pirouette’s idea. Brilliantly conceived, torches lit one end of the yard, where the dancers would assemble underneath the starry Summer night. When the minstrels began to play, “Sans Frayeur dans ce Bois,” the Captain of the Guard took the Princess by the hand and led her onto the dance floor. He looked quite dashing in his white uniform with his sword by his side and red sash across his chest. And handsome he was. His jet black hair caught the torchlight and seemed to shimmer.

Neither dancer seemed inclined to look their partner in the face. They both concentrated their gaze over each others’ shoulder. The Captain seemed almost distressed as his brow was beaded with sweat. Later he would blame the heavy Summer air for his behavior. When the music stopped, the Princess tried to disengage from him, but he responded by pulling her more tightly in an embrace. She gasped quietly at his effrontery. Releasing her, he suddenly fell to one knee, took her hand in his and kissed it.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Slumber

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Lady Greenmeadow was the late queen’s lady-in-waiting and gentlewoman of the bedchamber. As such, she was the perfect choice to become Princess Pirouette’s new governess. Every morning she would raise the Princess from her slumber by presenting her with a breakfast tray. After the Princess had eaten, she would dress her charge and lead her in morning prayers. Everyday followed the same routine which brought the comfort of stability into the life of Pirouette. A life which here to for had been riddled with sorrows, grief, doubt and uncertainty.

“God bless Lady Greenmeadow!” Exclaimed the King after Princess Pirouette made a perfect curtsy in front of His Majesty. “Will you be glad to go riding with me this morning?” Asked the old man gently.

“Oh, yes! Your majesty! I should love to go abroad with your grace,” the young girl gushed.

Dana

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Dana is smoking a cigarette. You can’t see it, but if you look closely, you can make out the smoke. He stands in front of a poster that he made when he was a display artist at Tower Records. He wears a Nirvana tee shirt. A sample of the clutter that is the bane of my existence can be seen on the right.