Here is my contribution to Bushboy’s challenge, Last on the Card, for the month of October. I must confess that I’ve been in a bit of a funk for the last few weeks. On October 9 my beloved father-in-law, TR passed away at the age of ninety-nine years. We were convinced that he would live to be one hundred years old. I was busying myself planning his next birthday. It didn’t dawn on me that I might have to plan his funeral instead.
At any rate, it’s been awhile since I last carted out one of my Canons. I’ve been relying solely on my iPhone to photograph whatever I might consider interesting. This is the last photo that I took with my iPhone 11, unedited.
Against her better judgement, Princess Pirouette agreed to GarGar’s request that they take an evening stroll on the southern terrace. With Lady Greenmeadow and Abigail Hoffenhoff walking a respectful ten meters behind them, Pirouette felt reasonably safe. She even let GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats take her arm and slip it inside his own. “Please do let me escort you properly,” he said. By the glow of the torchlight, GarGar’s eyes shimmered seductively. Pirouette did her best not to look into his face for more than a second.
When GarGar paused in front of one of the large windows that looked into the grand ballroom, he released a long, heartbreaking sigh. “Look at our reflection in the glass!” He said. “Don’t we make the perfect couple?” This was one of those rare moments when Pirouette was at a loss for words. If she said, “yes,” it would be tantamount to an agreement to marry. If she said, “no,” it would be an immutable rejection, and so she said nothing. She simply sighed.