By Prospero Dae
So you’ll run away with me. I know you have your reservations and don’t want to offend anyone, my prince. You don’t want to speak out, lest you be shunned by the family. But I desperately need you to be strong.
And so she took a deep breath and struggled to open with her sinister hand (she was a southpaw) the drawer that always stuck shut, and, with her free hand, groped intangibly for his ruby sequined collar, found it, jammed a few treats in the pocket of her mackintosh, clamped his slender neck, and left resolutely by the back door.
Since Genesis it was ever so:, the sinister hand of woman holding out treats for the hapless prince, and he, dummkopf, in spite of reservations, going along with her. We never get sick of the story, do we…..and here, man bites dog. An exquisitely rendered vignette, Prospero.
And you must know, Cynthia, how I love homophones and canine tales (tails).
Oh this is good! Very nice
Seems like a love story that will go on for a long time. Was the prince perfectly content to run away too? I’ll bet – sequence to this please Prospero!
The ruby sequined collar and treats for the Prince were indeed a surprise. And I, being a sinistro, enjoyed that detail. Diana and her trusty dog came immediately to mind. Are they on the hunt for someone? Going to assist someone with childbirth? This finely written piece awoke that myth for me – boom! This story packs maximum impact in so few words. I would love more; a book preferably… Thank you!
Dianic Wicca…
I once heard of a woman, a lefty, with a dog named Wicca.
Thank you for your comment, Sue.
I loved this, so whimsical and beautifully written. I am a ‘southpaw’, and that line really made me smile x