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Wonder City Stories Interlude #4
Nov. 1st, 2010 02:37 pmExperto Crede
“The next time Lady Daphne calls,” Molly said, flinging her filthy green tailcoat across the room, “tell her to handle it her own damn self. The Equestrian is on leave, as of now. I’m sick of kiting off across the River of Blood at her beck and call.” She hopped on one foot, then the other, tossing her tall riding boots off in a way that left muddy scuffs on the wall. “Lazy, lousy, good-for-nothing snob.”
Maelstrom stooped to pick up the boots, put them on the shoe rack, and sighed heavily.
“What’s come in the mail, then?” Molly said, still in her Mood. She picked up the large stack of envelopes from the basket and flipped through them while standing on one foot. “Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam, and spam.” She tossed most of them in the recycling, retaining a small stack of bills. “And what’s this? A package! A veritable package!” She examined the small brown-paper-wrapped box with a critical eye. “Did you order more naughty horse books from Medusa dot com?” she asked Maelstrom.
He rolled his eyes and stomped past her into the kitchen, his patent leather boots making unnaturally loud noises on the wide pine flooring.
Molly ripped the paper off the box and found that the box was, indeed, a reused mailing container, and scowled at the name of the person who’d received the box originally. “Wasn’t Fred Fine that publishing bloke? The one that called last year?”
An apparently affirmative snort drifted back to her from the kitchen, where Maelstrom could be heard rummaging in the refrigerator.
She pulled her Swiss Army knife from the pocket of her breeches and slit the packing tape open. Under unnecessary bubble wrap was a book and a chartreuse sticky note. The note read: “Thought you would enjoy seeing this new addition to ‘The Equestrian’ line! -- FF”
“Oh, bloody hell,” she said, looking at the cover. There was the curlicued green-and-gold Equestrian book logo, updated to look sleeker and more modern. There was a winsome blonde girl on a gigantic rearing black horse, and she was craning her neck to look over her shoulder, with an expression on her face that was probably supposed to look longing. Molly suspected that the image actually captured the moment before she went ass over teakettle off the horse’s back. Cursive print slanted across the cover: Hoofprints Across My Heart.
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From the author:
Alas, I missed Hallowe'en, but the time of year is still appropriate for this particular partnership.
I have had the preponderance of crazy cat ladies in my stories pointed out to me. I will remedy soon with crazy dog ladies, I promise, and perhaps a little more focused horse-madness.
Thank you, everyone who has donated and/or reviewed/recommended Wonder City Stories in the past few weeks!
Vote for us at Top Web Fiction! We've come up the ratings! Help us stay there!
“The next time Lady Daphne calls,” Molly said, flinging her filthy green tailcoat across the room, “tell her to handle it her own damn self. The Equestrian is on leave, as of now. I’m sick of kiting off across the River of Blood at her beck and call.” She hopped on one foot, then the other, tossing her tall riding boots off in a way that left muddy scuffs on the wall. “Lazy, lousy, good-for-nothing snob.”
Maelstrom stooped to pick up the boots, put them on the shoe rack, and sighed heavily.
“What’s come in the mail, then?” Molly said, still in her Mood. She picked up the large stack of envelopes from the basket and flipped through them while standing on one foot. “Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam, and spam.” She tossed most of them in the recycling, retaining a small stack of bills. “And what’s this? A package! A veritable package!” She examined the small brown-paper-wrapped box with a critical eye. “Did you order more naughty horse books from Medusa dot com?” she asked Maelstrom.
He rolled his eyes and stomped past her into the kitchen, his patent leather boots making unnaturally loud noises on the wide pine flooring.
Molly ripped the paper off the box and found that the box was, indeed, a reused mailing container, and scowled at the name of the person who’d received the box originally. “Wasn’t Fred Fine that publishing bloke? The one that called last year?”
An apparently affirmative snort drifted back to her from the kitchen, where Maelstrom could be heard rummaging in the refrigerator.
She pulled her Swiss Army knife from the pocket of her breeches and slit the packing tape open. Under unnecessary bubble wrap was a book and a chartreuse sticky note. The note read: “Thought you would enjoy seeing this new addition to ‘The Equestrian’ line! -- FF”
“Oh, bloody hell,” she said, looking at the cover. There was the curlicued green-and-gold Equestrian book logo, updated to look sleeker and more modern. There was a winsome blonde girl on a gigantic rearing black horse, and she was craning her neck to look over her shoulder, with an expression on her face that was probably supposed to look longing. Molly suspected that the image actually captured the moment before she went ass over teakettle off the horse’s back. Cursive print slanted across the cover: Hoofprints Across My Heart.
( Read more... )
---
From the author:
Alas, I missed Hallowe'en, but the time of year is still appropriate for this particular partnership.
I have had the preponderance of crazy cat ladies in my stories pointed out to me. I will remedy soon with crazy dog ladies, I promise, and perhaps a little more focused horse-madness.
Thank you, everyone who has donated and/or reviewed/recommended Wonder City Stories in the past few weeks!
Vote for us at Top Web Fiction! We've come up the ratings! Help us stay there!
