Oscar bought a bouquet of flowers and skipped a little as he left the florist. Heading home on the bus with a grin on his face, his mind went back to an evening of passion with Wendy. He remembered all the things she did to him, and his breath caught at some of the moments.
His mind stuck in the evening, he missed his stop and had to walk a fair way home. He stopped as he noticed a familiar vehicle in his driveway. It was Wendy’s car. She was visiting his wife. He knew there would be fireworks now.
I think the memes that came out of the image of Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka were excellent, and he never asked for them to stop, so maybe he found them amusing. In light of today’s sad day, I thought I would add this one.
and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the little froggy just below this.
Teri looked at the man sat beside her on the throne. He was king, and she was queen. She always knew she was borne for greatness. When the Royal Guards came for her, she knew she would be the greatest monarch. His family had all perished in various ways leaving him, the 23-year-old King Darah, as the last remaining member of the royal family. He was never supposed to get there. His seven brothers and sisters as well as their children were in line before him. He was 17th. Now, he was King. Teri smiled, and when Darah glanced over at her, her smile became broader. He gave a brief nervous smile, more a twitch of the edge of his mouth.
Yesterday, they were married; today he was crowned king. Tomorrow, he would fall out the bedroom window. Surviving that would be difficult. It would go down as another tragic accident, and she would become the sole monarch and she would shape the country as she saw fit.
When they reached the bedroom that night, Darah noticed the colour drain from her face.
“What’s wrong my love? I had the bars put on the windows to stop any nasty accidents.”