Ragtag Daily Prompt: Friend

GarGar stood outside Pirouette’s antechamber with his black, tricornered hat in hand. He’d been standing there for some time. He glanced at his new, gold fob watch, on its golden chain, and sighed. “Two hours,” he muttered to himself. The chamberlain standing guard at her door glanced at GarGar for just a second, rolled his eyes and then returned his gaze into blank space. “It’s been two hours!” He said, more loudly this time. “Go back and tell her that I won’t stand here one second longer! Tell her I’ve left!” But he didn’t leave. He just stood there. The chamberlain turned, opened the door and went back into Pirouette’s antechamber.

“He says he’s leaving!” Shouted the chamberlain at Pirouette’s bedroom door. Inside, the Princess sat on her bed with her official dresser and friend, Abigail Hoffenhoff. “Let him go!” Replied Abigail for her mistress.

“Not so fast, Abby,” said Pirouette softly. “I suppose I can’t stay angry with le comte forever. I guess it is better that we should be friends.” Then more loudly, “Tell him he can wait in the antechamber!” She called to the chamberlain.

Published by Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar.

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