After some really good writing days my discipline slipped a bit yesterday so instead of adding another 500 words or so to my novel, I wrote a flash story, based on ´memory overflow´, or perhaps the kind of ´extra scene´ you can find attached to a DVD. And the funny thing is that as soon as I had written the last few words, the first blog post I found was this one. Thank you very much, Cathy, for allowing me to use this wonderful picture to illustrate my story. And now remember to read Cathy´s wonderful post about the orange house first!
Annabella Kickinbottom took a sip of the cooking sherry. How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seemed to her all the uses of this world. Her mother had been after her again yesterday, claiming she had a regular drink problem, and this morning the cook had threatened to count the bottles in the pantry. As if this wasn´t enough, the gardener had refused to save her sorry arse again after last week. And if she was fired from this job, there wouldn´t be anyone left in the village who didn´t know her reputation. She had been so lucky that her new employer, Sir Baldini, had not asked for references or anything.
FULL STORY: DJ´s Daim Stories, Candied Crime.