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Wonder City Stories III #70
Nov. 1st, 2014 10:21 amLife has been rather too exciting and tense through October, and so I had some serious writer's block. I hope this extra long episode will help make up for the lack, though.
At Death's Door Again
Megan started paying attention to where they were driving when she noticed the tall stone wall topped with colorful broken glass shards and wrought iron spikes. "Wait, I thought we were going…"
Watson didn't look away from the road, but gave a wry smile. "They lost the house in town."
"Oh," Megan said. The stone wall gave way to an equally tall, ornate, wrought iron fence that gave a clear view of a vast overgrown park beyond, and tantalizing peeks of a large house in the distance.
Watson slowed the Divine Sarah and turned in at a driveway guarded by two enormous black iron dogs. As they approached the gate, Watson reached into her tweed sportscoat and fumbled with something in the inner pocket. The gates glided apart. Megan continued to be riveted by the statuary, and said, "What's with the dogs?"
Her girlfriend snorted a laugh and said, "Welcome to Baskerville Hall."
Megan's gaze slewed around to Watson. "You're kidding me."
Watson gave her a jaundiced look. "You're saying that to a woman named for three major characters in the Doyle body of work?"
"Never mind," Megan said, looking up the winding drive. There were tall, unkempt evergreens lining the way, so it wasn't until they actually entered the circle in front of the hall that she got a good view of the house.
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At Death's Door Again
Megan started paying attention to where they were driving when she noticed the tall stone wall topped with colorful broken glass shards and wrought iron spikes. "Wait, I thought we were going…"
Watson didn't look away from the road, but gave a wry smile. "They lost the house in town."
"Oh," Megan said. The stone wall gave way to an equally tall, ornate, wrought iron fence that gave a clear view of a vast overgrown park beyond, and tantalizing peeks of a large house in the distance.
Watson slowed the Divine Sarah and turned in at a driveway guarded by two enormous black iron dogs. As they approached the gate, Watson reached into her tweed sportscoat and fumbled with something in the inner pocket. The gates glided apart. Megan continued to be riveted by the statuary, and said, "What's with the dogs?"
Her girlfriend snorted a laugh and said, "Welcome to Baskerville Hall."
Megan's gaze slewed around to Watson. "You're kidding me."
Watson gave her a jaundiced look. "You're saying that to a woman named for three major characters in the Doyle body of work?"
"Never mind," Megan said, looking up the winding drive. There were tall, unkempt evergreens lining the way, so it wasn't until they actually entered the circle in front of the hall that she got a good view of the house.
( Cut for length )
