Ragtag Daily Prompt: Lobster

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Queen Pirouette looked down at her plate, leaned in and sniffed. Straightening her back, she look over at Lady Abigail, as if to say, What now? Then she pushed the plate away. “Now you want me to eat giant insects!” Barely restraining her anger, Pirouette lifted her plate and chucked it at her Chamberlain. Next, she took a long draught from her goblet of wine and slammed it down, hard, on the the table. “Who?” She inquired tersely, “is responsible for bringing that monster to my supper table?”

As usual, it was Lady Abigail who swooped in the calm the situation. “The Chief Chef says it’s called a “Lobster.”

“More fruit from the sea, no doubt.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Pirouette sighed. “Send the chief cook up to me.” Looking over at the Chamberlain, she said, “Go get the sub-Chamberlain. Do it now!” The Chamberlain bowed lowly at the waist, back out of the room and fled.

Cautionary note about the link below: It’s the trailer for the movie The Lobster. There’s some strong language.

https://www.imdb.com/video/vi2703471385/?playlistId=tt3464902&ref_=tt_ov_vi

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Melancholy

When Tata Sous-sus saw the expressions on the faces of the Captain of the Guards and his lackeys, her heart began to beat so rapidly that she found it difficult to draw a breath. Indeed, it felt as though that little pump was beating against her chest. As she rose from her seat, she knocked over the cup of tea. She emitted a little cry, “Oh! Oh, my!”

“You needn’t worry about that. When I leave, I’ll ask your maid to clean that up,” said the Captain, annoyed.

“Murder?” Replied Tata. “What would I know about any murder?”

“It has come to our attention that the Baroness was in possession of some information that could seriously damage your standing at court.

“N-n-n-no!” Sputtered Tata. “I’ve no idea of what you are talking about. Information? What kind of information?”

“Come now, your ladyship. I needn’t remind you of that melancholy day from the past. Hm?” His eyes narrowed to veritable slits. “You know exactly what I’m talking about! I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from your mouth. Out with it!”

“What is the question? I’ll be happy to answer anything.” She clasped her hands together as if in prayer.

“Very well,” said the Captain. With his snub nose, and rather pointy ears, poking out from his plumed helmet, he looked very much like a pig. Tata was alarmed at how quickly his face turned turned a crimson shade of red. “Did you or did you not know that the Baroness was well aware of the fact that you gave birth to an illegitimate child- a child that was immediately taken away from you and put up for adoption?”

Tata was shocked speechless. She bit the back of her hand in an effort to suppress a scream.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Autumn

Summer was over. Daylight was becoming more and more scant. While the days were still fairly warm, the nights were growing colder. Already the leaves on the trees were changing color, falling to the ground, creating a soft carpet on the forest floor, filling the air with the pungent odor of decay.

For Pirouette, it was a sad time. It seemed that all of the bad things that ever happened to her occurred in the Autumn. It was hard for not to wait for the other shoe to drop at this time of year. Looking at GarGar, asleep in his reading chair with an open book in his lap, she thanked God for the hundredth time for bringing him into her life. Here was somebody who loved her for who she was, not for her wealth and power. For the thousandth time, she crossed herself and asked God to bless him.

CMMC: June Alphabet Letter I Anywhere in the Word or Eyes

Me
Someone else
Garçon
Pirouette

Note: I thought I’d already published this, but I saw this morning that I’d failed to hit the Publish button twice. I apologize for being late.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Carousel

GarGar sighed and put down his field glass. From what he could see, no one was going in or out of the city. The walls were unmanned; however, the gates were closed, no doubt bolted shut. They were waiting for him. This is a disaster waiting to happen. He mused.

He rode over to the siege equipment. There were the towers that would be pushed against the walls, from which his men could shoot missiles down onto the defenders, scaling ladders to allow others to climb the walls. Then there was the carousel with its thick ropes and giant hooks. Once the hooks were attached to the tops of the walls, teams of men would push the carousel around, thereby pulling down the walls one stone at a time.