she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
you are making my toes ache rene...
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Ouch...the toes will never be the same!!
ReplyDeleteGreat ending! A dark ride indeed if toes are left squashed.
ReplyDeleteOuch I actually pulled in my toes at the menace of the velvet covered anvil.. great and painful imagery.
ReplyDeleteI love the words you've chosen. And of course going with the number 76 made me think of the Music Man, though I think this clown's treachery goes beyond a simple con.
ReplyDeleteOuch! My toes shrivel in sympathy!
ReplyDeleteI agree with everyones pain :-) Nice write!
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Ha ha I'm ve heard of "an ironic fist pump n a velvet glove " before but dont you think this is just taking things a little too far ??
ReplyDeleteI always thought fun fairs had the propensity to be dark..nicely captured!
ReplyDeleteVelvet draped anvils ~ what a visual! I enjoyed this, Rene!
ReplyDeleteThis made me cringe, well written.
ReplyDeletefun style! Totally dig the vivid imagery!
ReplyDeleteOh no not the toes!
ReplyDeleteI like this Rene....well done
ReplyDeleteI like that. . . .sometimes a crowd starts to feel like a violent cartoon.
ReplyDeleteQuirky and delightful...as always...
ReplyDeleteOUCH - painful but an awesome job :)
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