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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?
In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.
“Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”
“Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”
“Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”
“Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”
“Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”
“It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”
“Rabbits?”
“That seems like a good guess.”
“It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”
I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”
I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
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Gone for soldiers, every one.
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When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? [Note 2]Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio
Part 3 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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The Passing of Zi Zhen 子真之逝
#HistoricalFiction #ShangDynasty #China c. 1040 BCE
Reign of Di Xin of Shang
#Wss366 Railing #WritersCoffeeClub April 2: Visual presentationDaji watched from the #railing of the Peacock Terrace. Below, the fire cast a ruddy tint on her fair features. Incense hid the scent of heated bronze.
Below her, Zi Zhen passed
hands bound
casting an imploring look up at her.She smiled, reciting:
Dongting
Reflection glories
Humble carp
In evening dimming
Gasps not singing [Note 1]Note 1: The humble man, mistaking passing glory for reality, dies as he was born
Commentary: Daji was the favorite consort of Di Xin of Shang the last Emperor of the Shang dynasty (Reign 1075–1046 BCE). Legend has it that Daji delighted in executions carried out with a pào lào (roasting pillar). The condemned person was forced to embrace a bronze tube filled with coals. Zi Zhen is a fictional character.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #和歌 #WakaPoetry #NMPoetry #桜 #poetry #History #ChineseHistory
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The Passing of Zi Zhen 子真之逝
#HistoricalFiction #ShangDynasty #China c. 1040 BCE
Reign of Di Xin of Shang
#Wss366 Railing #WritersCoffeeClub April 2: Visual presentationDaji watched from the #railing of the Peacock Terrace. Below, the fire cast a ruddy tint on her fair features. Incense hid the scent of heated bronze.
Below her, Zi Zhen passed
hands bound
casting an imploring look up at her.She smiled, reciting:
Dongting
Reflection glories
Humble carp
In evening dimming
Gasps not singing [Note 1]Note 1: The humble man, mistaking passing glory for reality, dies as he was born
Commentary: Daji was the favorite consort of Di Xin of Shang the last Emperor of the Shang dynasty (Reign 1075–1046 BCE). Legend has it that Daji delighted in executions carried out with a pào lào (roasting pillar). The condemned person was forced to embrace a bronze tube filled with coals. Zi Zhen is a fictional character.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #和歌 #WakaPoetry #NMPoetry #桜 #poetry #History #ChineseHistory
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The Passing of Zi Zhen 子真之逝
#HistoricalFiction #ShangDynasty #China c. 1040 BCE
Reign of Di Xin of Shang
#Wss366 Railing #WritersCoffeeClub April 2: Visual presentationDaji watched from the #railing of the Peacock Terrace. Below, the fire cast a ruddy tint on her fair features. Incense hid the scent of heated bronze.
Below her, Zi Zhen passed
hands bound
casting an imploring look up at her.She smiled, reciting:
Dongting
Reflection glories
Humble carp
In evening dimming
Gasps not singing [Note 1]Note 1: The humble man, mistaking passing glory for reality, dies as he was born
Commentary: Daji was the favorite consort of Di Xin of Shang the last Emperor of the Shang dynasty (Reign 1075–1046 BCE). Legend has it that Daji delighted in executions carried out with a pào lào (roasting pillar). The condemned person was forced to embrace a bronze tube filled with coals. Zi Zhen is a fictional character.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #和歌 #WakaPoetry #NMPoetry #桜 #poetry #History #ChineseHistory
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The Passing of Zi Zhen 子真之逝
#HistoricalFiction #ShangDynasty #China c. 1040 BCE
Reign of Di Xin of Shang
#Wss366 Railing #WritersCoffeeClub April 2: Visual presentationDaji watched from the #railing of the Peacock Terrace. Below, the fire cast a ruddy tint on her fair features. Incense hid the scent of heated bronze.
Below her, Zi Zhen passed
hands bound
casting an imploring look up at her.She smiled, reciting:
Dongting
Reflection glories
Humble carp
In evening dimming
Gasps not singing [Note 1]Note 1: The humble man, mistaking passing glory for reality, dies as he was born
Commentary: Daji was the favorite consort of Di Xin of Shang the last Emperor of the Shang dynasty (Reign 1075–1046 BCE). Legend has it that Daji delighted in executions carried out with a pào lào (roasting pillar). The condemned person was forced to embrace a bronze tube filled with coals. Zi Zhen is a fictional character.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #和歌 #WakaPoetry #NMPoetry #桜 #poetry #History #ChineseHistory
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The Passing of Zi Zhen 子真之逝
#HistoricalFiction #ShangDynasty #China c. 1040 BCE
Reign of Di Xin of Shang
#Wss366 Railing #WritersCoffeeClub April 2: Visual presentationDaji watched from the #railing of the Peacock Terrace. Below, the fire cast a ruddy tint on her fair features. Incense hid the scent of heated bronze.
Below her, Zi Zhen passed
hands bound
casting an imploring look up at her.She smiled, reciting:
Dongting
Reflection glories
Humble carp
In evening dimming
Gasps not singing [Note 1]Note 1: The humble man, mistaking passing glory for reality, dies as he was born
Commentary: Daji was the favorite consort of Di Xin of Shang the last Emperor of the Shang dynasty (Reign 1075–1046 BCE). Legend has it that Daji delighted in executions carried out with a pào lào (roasting pillar). The condemned person was forced to embrace a bronze tube filled with coals. Zi Zhen is a fictional character.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #和歌 #WakaPoetry #NMPoetry #桜 #poetry #History #ChineseHistory
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Bristol Comic Con: King of the W's Warwick Davis attending
#BristolComicCon #WarwickDavis #StarWars #FanthaTracks #bristolcomiccon #warwickdavis #brianblessed
Warwick Davis is heading to Bristol Comic Con.
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 3 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. How sincere are your characters?
I finished the song as we rounded a shallow point. Emily took my hand, and we stopped to look out over the water. The night was peaceful. The surf, the scuttling of crabs, and the wind in the nearby brush sang a mournful refrain to the lyrics: “When will they ever learn?”
“That’s a sad song. I’ve never heard it before,” Emily said and sang a snatch, “‘Covered with flowers every one.’” Then she added, “Flanders Fields goes, ‘Loved and were loved, and now we lie, in Flanders fields.’ I hate the rest of the poem.”
A fish splashed out in the water.
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns were silent, and treaties were inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the rabbits scare me.” [Note 3]
Note 3: Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 1 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity? (Judge for yourself)
First came the shock of water lapping around my knees, followed by the roar of the surf filling my ears. Only later did I notice the briny odor and the bright, clear stars overhead.
“Where are we?” Emily asked as we waded up onto a beach of coral sand.
“Meeting Amelia Earhart. I’m not sure where or when. I didn’t have time to consider our destination. Sorry for not consulting you.”
“It’s all right. I have to reflect on your conversation back there. There doesn’t seem much point in changing history if it only affects…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for a word.
“A timeparticle,” I supplied.
“Right. What’s the point if it only affects a single timeparticle?”
“Guess it’s like being a doctor. You can only save one life at a time.” I wondered why I was arguing. I hadn’t been keen on changing time to begin with.
“Like a combat surgeon. As the poem says, ‘In Flanders fields the poppies blow.’” [Note 1]
“I suppose,” I said, looking around.
Part 2 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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VIDEO + SUMMARY – UNGA First WSIS+20 Review Preparatory Meeting and Stocktaking session
UN Web TV | SUMMARY AR / EN / ES / FR / RU / ZH
ARCHIVE | PERMALINKOn 30 May 2025, the United Nations Department of Economic and Social Affairs (UN DESA) convened the 1st Preparatory Meeting and Stocktaking session of the WSIS+20 General Assembly Overall Review at the UN HQ in New York City. In Resolution 79/2775, adopted in Marc
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Not Easy For a Modern Witch (Airisu POV) Post 23 – 1 of 2
#Wss366 Kit #MastoPrompt GumIt turns out riding in the belly of the beast was every bit as terrifying as I’d imagined. The constant motion was compounded by a chaos of noise. I foolishly looked out a window and shrieked.
“Stop thrashing,” Sumika chided. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I dug my claws into the seat and closed my eyes, which only made things worse as the vehicle lurched like a tree in a storm.
My eyes flew open. “I’m going to be sick,” I cawed.
“Just settle down and tell me what happened back there.” As she spoke, she touched the wound on her neck, then glanced at me reproachfully.
“Cruel, cruel mistress. Have some sympathy for your poor familiar.”
She touched her neck again, and I hurried on. “I only did it because you were going to give away the whole #kit and caboodle to that greedy kami. That would really #gum up the works. Ack…”
A glare shut down my cackle midstream, and I resumed. “Dōken-shin would have bound you in his service as a vassal. He’s not the kind of boss you want.”
“I’m a little fuzzy on what happened, so could you be more specific?” Sumika asked.
“As you command, oh great and powerful mistress. Ack, ack, ack! Mind you, this is only speculation, but Arakawa Dōken is a forgotten Edo kami who was deified to appease his ghost. ‘Hearing its voice is the time indeed when Autumn is saddest.’—ack, ack, ack—by Sarumaru Tayu from Hyakunin’shu.”
“Whatever,” she responded—no sense of poetry.
“He claims to have given you a book and now wants repayment. I merely did what any loyal servant would do. At enormous risk to my life, I came to your aid when he ensorcelled you.”
“You’re kind of rude, you know, but thank you, I guess. But why did he pick me?”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #SlowBurn #Yuri #serial
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Not Easy For a Modern Witch (Airisu POV) Post 23 – 1 of 2
#Wss366 Kit #MastoPrompt GumIt turns out riding in the belly of the beast was every bit as terrifying as I’d imagined. The constant motion was compounded by a chaos of noise. I foolishly looked out a window and shrieked.
“Stop thrashing,” Sumika chided. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I dug my claws into the seat and closed my eyes, which only made things worse as the vehicle lurched like a tree in a storm.
My eyes flew open. “I’m going to be sick,” I cawed.
“Just settle down and tell me what happened back there.” As she spoke, she touched the wound on her neck, then glanced at me reproachfully.
“Cruel, cruel mistress. Have some sympathy for your poor familiar.”
She touched her neck again, and I hurried on. “I only did it because you were going to give away the whole #kit and caboodle to that greedy kami. That would really #gum up the works. Ack…”
A glare shut down my cackle midstream, and I resumed. “Dōken-shin would have bound you in his service as a vassal. He’s not the kind of boss you want.”
“I’m a little fuzzy on what happened, so could you be more specific?” Sumika asked.
“As you command, oh great and powerful mistress. Ack, ack, ack! Mind you, this is only speculation, but Arakawa Dōken is a forgotten Edo kami who was deified to appease his ghost. ‘Hearing its voice is the time indeed when Autumn is saddest.’—ack, ack, ack—by Sarumaru Tayu from Hyakunin’shu.”
“Whatever,” she responded—no sense of poetry.
“He claims to have given you a book and now wants repayment. I merely did what any loyal servant would do. At enormous risk to my life, I came to your aid when he ensorcelled you.”
“You’re kind of rude, you know, but thank you, I guess. But why did he pick me?”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #SlowBurn #Yuri
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Not Easy For a Modern Witch (Airisu POV) Post 23 – 1 of 2
#Wss366 Kit #MastoPrompt GumIt turns out riding in the belly of the beast was every bit as terrifying as I’d imagined. The constant motion was compounded by a chaos of noise. I foolishly looked out a window and shrieked.
“Stop thrashing,” Sumika chided. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I dug my claws into the seat and closed my eyes, which only made things worse as the vehicle lurched like a tree in a storm.
My eyes flew open. “I’m going to be sick,” I cawed.
“Just settle down and tell me what happened back there.” As she spoke, she touched the wound on her neck, then glanced at me reproachfully.
“Cruel, cruel mistress. Have some sympathy for your poor familiar.”
She touched her neck again, and I hurried on. “I only did it because you were going to give away the whole #kit and caboodle to that greedy kami. That would really #gum up the works. Ack…”
A glare shut down my cackle midstream, and I resumed. “Dōken-shin would have bound you in his service as a vassal. He’s not the kind of boss you want.”
“I’m a little fuzzy on what happened, so could you be more specific?” Sumika asked.
“As you command, oh great and powerful mistress. Ack, ack, ack! Mind you, this is only speculation, but Arakawa Dōken is a forgotten Edo kami who was deified to appease his ghost. ‘Hearing its voice is the time indeed when Autumn is saddest.’—ack, ack, ack—by Sarumaru Tayu from Hyakunin’shu.”
“Whatever,” she responded—no sense of poetry.
“He claims to have given you a book and now wants repayment. I merely did what any loyal servant would do. At enormous risk to my life, I came to your aid when he ensorcelled you.”
“You’re kind of rude, you know, but thank you, I guess. But why did he pick me?”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #SlowBurn #Yuri
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Bristol Comic Con: King of the W's Warwick Davis attending
#BristolComicCon #WarwickDavis #StarWars #FanthaTracks #bristolcomiccon #warwickdavis #brianblessed
Warwick Davis is heading to Bristol Comic Con.
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Bristol Comic Con: King of the W's Warwick Davis attending
#BristolComicCon #WarwickDavis #StarWars #FanthaTracks #bristolcomiccon #warwickdavis #brianblessed
Warwick Davis is heading to Bristol Comic Con.
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Bristol Comic Con: King of the W's Warwick Davis attending
#BristolComicCon #WarwickDavis #StarWars #FanthaTracks #bristolcomiccon #warwickdavis #brianblessed
Warwick Davis is heading to Bristol Comic Con.
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Bristol Comic Con: King of the W's Warwick Davis attending
#BristolComicCon #WarwickDavis #StarWars #FanthaTracks #bristolcomiccon #warwickdavis #brianblessed
Warwick Davis is heading to Bristol Comic Con.
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part II
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #MastoPromptThe two continued in silence. Mademoiselle D’Arcy graded papers while the girl tried not to fidget.She glanced shyly at the headmistress a few times and then timidly took the croissant left within her reach.
Putting aside the last paper, D’Arcy stood. “Come, Bridget. It’s time to grace the sheriff with our presence.”
The sheriff stood in the entry hall, looking uncomfortable. Lady D'Arcy was pleased that he was muscular with a tan that came from spending time outdoors. However, the stain of tobacco juice on his mustache spoiled the effect. Most of all, she noticed an odor of corruption about him. It was an intangible, fishy aroma reminiscent of moneylenders, touts, and monte banks. It wouldn't take long to make him one of her tools.
“Oh dear, I assumed you’d been let into the parlor. What must you think of us?” D’Arcy’s tone seemed contrite, yet she made no move to lead him to the said parlor.
The man hastily took off his hat revealing a bald #pate. “I’m sure you're busy, madam.”
“Indeed, things aren’t as they should be with poor Miss Nightly leaving us. She will be missed—Bridget, you may go.”
The girl hurried off, glancing back only once.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news. You’ve had a passel of it this winter with Miss Everston vanishing and now Miss Nightly’s passing away. We found the child you reported having run off last February. Under a bridge. We were hoping the missing money would be with her, but it wasn’t. It's a sad affair anyway you look at it.”
“Gracious, I’d hoped she had run off home. The money will be missed, but a child's life.” D’Arcy shook her head sadly, covering her mouth. "Perhaps the person who found her picked up the money to return it?"
“I fear not, Miss. You see, only her arm was showing above the snow.”
“Oh dear, I think I will be faint. Could you help me into the parlor on the left?”
She did indeed look faint to the sheriff, with her hand covering her mouth.
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part II
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #MastoPromptThe two continued in silence. Mademoiselle D’Arcy graded papers while the girl tried not to fidget.She glanced shyly at the headmistress a few times and then timidly took the croissant left within her reach.
Putting aside the last paper, D’Arcy stood. “Come, Bridget. It’s time to grace the sheriff with our presence.”
The sheriff stood in the entry hall, looking uncomfortable. Lady D'Arcy was pleased that he was muscular with a tan that came from spending time outdoors. However, the stain of tobacco juice on his mustache spoiled the effect. Most of all, she noticed an odor of corruption about him. It was an intangible, fishy aroma reminiscent of moneylenders, touts, and monte banks. It wouldn't take long to make him one of her tools.
“Oh dear, I assumed you’d been let into the parlor. What must you think of us?” D’Arcy’s tone seemed contrite, yet she made no move to lead him to the said parlor.
The man hastily took off his hat revealing a bald #pate. “I’m sure you're busy, madam.”
“Indeed, things aren’t as they should be with poor Miss Nightly leaving us. She will be missed—Bridget, you may go.”
The girl hurried off, glancing back only once.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news. You’ve had a passel of it this winter with Miss Everston vanishing and now Miss Nightly’s passing away. We found the child you reported having run off last February. Under a bridge. We were hoping the missing money would be with her, but it wasn’t. It's a sad affair anyway you look at it.”
“Gracious, I’d hoped she had run off home. The money will be missed, but a child's life.” D’Arcy shook her head sadly, covering her mouth. "Perhaps the person who found her picked up the money to return it?"
“I fear not, Miss. You see, only her arm was showing above the snow.”
“Oh dear, I think I will be faint. Could you help me into the parlor on the left?”
She did indeed look faint to the sheriff, with her hand covering her mouth.
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part II
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #MastoPromptThe two continued in silence. Mademoiselle D’Arcy graded papers while the girl tried not to fidget.She glanced shyly at the headmistress a few times and then timidly took the croissant left within her reach.
Putting aside the last paper, D’Arcy stood. “Come, Bridget. It’s time to grace the sheriff with our presence.”
The sheriff stood in the entry hall, looking uncomfortable. Lady D'Arcy was pleased that he was muscular with a tan that came from spending time outdoors. However, the stain of tobacco juice on his mustache spoiled the effect. Most of all, she noticed an odor of corruption about him. It was an intangible, fishy aroma reminiscent of moneylenders, touts, and monte banks. It wouldn't take long to make him one of her tools.
“Oh dear, I assumed you’d been let into the parlor. What must you think of us?” D’Arcy’s tone seemed contrite, yet she made no move to lead him to the said parlor.
The man hastily took off his hat revealing a bald #pate. “I’m sure you're busy, madam.”
“Indeed, things aren’t as they should be with poor Miss Nightly leaving us. She will be missed—Bridget, you may go.”
The girl hurried off, glancing back only once.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news. You’ve had a passel of it this winter with Miss Everston vanishing and now Miss Nightly’s passing away. We found the child you reported having run off last February. Under a bridge. We were hoping the missing money would be with her, but it wasn’t. It's a sad affair anyway you look at it.”
“Gracious, I’d hoped she had run off home. The money will be missed, but a child's life.” D’Arcy shook her head sadly, covering her mouth. "Perhaps the person who found her picked up the money to return it?"
“I fear not, Miss. You see, only her arm was showing above the snow.”
“Oh dear, I think I will be faint. Could you help me into the parlor on the left?”
She did indeed look faint to the sheriff, with her hand covering her mouth.
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part II
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #MastoPromptThe two continued in silence. Mademoiselle D’Arcy graded papers while the girl tried not to fidget.She glanced shyly at the headmistress a few times and then timidly took the croissant left within her reach.
Putting aside the last paper, D’Arcy stood. “Come, Bridget. It’s time to grace the sheriff with our presence.”
The sheriff stood in the entry hall, looking uncomfortable. Lady D'Arcy was pleased that he was muscular with a tan that came from spending time outdoors. However, the stain of tobacco juice on his mustache spoiled the effect. Most of all, she noticed an odor of corruption about him. It was an intangible, fishy aroma reminiscent of moneylenders, touts, and monte banks. It wouldn't take long to make him one of her tools.
“Oh dear, I assumed you’d been let into the parlor. What must you think of us?” D’Arcy’s tone seemed contrite, yet she made no move to lead him to the said parlor.
The man hastily took off his hat revealing a bald #pate. “I’m sure you're busy, madam.”
“Indeed, things aren’t as they should be with poor Miss Nightly leaving us. She will be missed—Bridget, you may go.”
The girl hurried off, glancing back only once.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news. You’ve had a passel of it this winter with Miss Everston vanishing and now Miss Nightly’s passing away. We found the child you reported having run off last February. Under a bridge. We were hoping the missing money would be with her, but it wasn’t. It's a sad affair anyway you look at it.”
“Gracious, I’d hoped she had run off home. The money will be missed, but a child's life.” D’Arcy shook her head sadly, covering her mouth. "Perhaps the person who found her picked up the money to return it?"
“I fear not, Miss. You see, only her arm was showing above the snow.”
“Oh dear, I think I will be faint. Could you help me into the parlor on the left?”
She did indeed look faint to the sheriff, with her hand covering her mouth.
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part I
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #Relay #MastoPromptA light knock disturbed Mademoiselle D’Arcy as she corrected school papers. Next to them was a bowl of cocoa and something the local baker dared call a croissant. Both were luxuries she could once more enjoy.
“Vous pouvez entrer,” she called, and a shy-looking fourteen-year-old girl entered the headmistress’s office.
“What is it, Bridget dear?” she asked. The words may have been kind, but the tone was stern. If this were something trivial, the girl would pay dearly. While the new headmistress spoke, she studied the girl. Her uniform was neat, her hair was brushed, her shoes shone with care, and the black crepe mourning-band was pinned just so.
The mistress nodded approvingly. “You may speak.”
“The sheriff is at the door, Mademoiselle.” D’Arcy would have preferred to be addressed as "Lady," but the colonies were sensitive to the “affection” of nobility.
“Well, next year with a new crop of proper students, that will change,” she thought.
Little favors went a long way with these affection-starved girls, so she pushed the “croissant” toward the girl. “I’m pleased that you are tidy.”
The girl shook her head at the offered croissant and fidgeted. D’Arcy was sure, though, that Bridget would #relay news of the attempted kindness to the other girls. Gossip within the close confines of a girl’s school was one of the few pleasures they had available to them.
“I see you wish to go, but we must tarry. You're old enough to learn. Always keep a man waiting, or he will think less of you.”
The girl nodded and finally ventured to speak. “Mademoiselle, are you going to disappear too?”
“No, I plan to be here for a long time. You can rely on that.”
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part I
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #Relay #MastoPromptA light knock disturbed Mademoiselle D’Arcy as she corrected school papers. Next to them was a bowl of cocoa and something the local baker dared call a croissant. Both were luxuries she could once more enjoy.
“Vous pouvez entrer,” she called, and a shy-looking fourteen-year-old girl entered the headmistress’s office.
“What is it, Bridget dear?” she asked. The words may have been kind, but the tone was stern. If this were something trivial, the girl would pay dearly. While the new headmistress spoke, she studied the girl. Her uniform was neat, her hair was brushed, her shoes shone with care, and the black crepe mourning-band was pinned just so.
The mistress nodded approvingly. “You may speak.”
“The sheriff is at the door, Mademoiselle.” D’Arcy would have preferred to be addressed as "Lady," but the colonies were sensitive to the “affection” of nobility.
“Well, next year with a new crop of proper students, that will change,” she thought.
Little favors went a long way with these affection-starved girls, so she pushed the “croissant” toward the girl. “I’m pleased that you are tidy.”
The girl shook her head at the offered croissant and fidgeted. D’Arcy was sure, though, that Bridget would #relay news of the attempted kindness to the other girls. Gossip within the close confines of a girl’s school was one of the few pleasures they had available to them.
“I see you wish to go, but we must tarry. You're old enough to learn. Always keep a man waiting, or he will think less of you.”
The girl nodded and finally ventured to speak. “Mademoiselle, are you going to disappear too?”
“No, I plan to be here for a long time. You can rely on that.”
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Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part I
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #Relay #MastoPromptA light knock disturbed Mademoiselle D’Arcy as she corrected school papers. Next to them was a bowl of cocoa and something the local baker dared call a croissant. Both were luxuries she could once more enjoy.
“Vous pouvez entrer,” she called, and a shy-looking fourteen-year-old girl entered the headmistress’s office.
“What is it, Bridget dear?” she asked. The words may have been kind, but the tone was stern. If this were something trivial, the girl would pay dearly. While the new headmistress spoke, she studied the girl. Her uniform was neat, her hair was brushed, her shoes shone with care, and the black crepe mourning-band was pinned just so.
The mistress nodded approvingly. “You may speak.”
“The sheriff is at the door, Mademoiselle.” D’Arcy would have preferred to be addressed as "Lady," but the colonies were sensitive to the “affection” of nobility.
“Well, next year with a new crop of proper students, that will change,” she thought.
Little favors went a long way with these affection-starved girls, so she pushed the “croissant” toward the girl. “I’m pleased that you are tidy.”
The girl shook her head at the offered croissant and fidgeted. D’Arcy was sure, though, that Bridget would #relay news of the attempted kindness to the other girls. Gossip within the close confines of a girl’s school was one of the few pleasures they had available to them.
“I see you wish to go, but we must tarry. You're old enough to learn. Always keep a man waiting, or he will think less of you.”
The girl nodded and finally ventured to speak. “Mademoiselle, are you going to disappear too?”
“No, I plan to be here for a long time. You can rely on that.”
-
Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part I
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #Relay #MastoPromptA light knock disturbed Mademoiselle D’Arcy as she corrected school papers. Next to them was a bowl of cocoa and something the local baker dared call a croissant. Both were luxuries she could once more enjoy.
“Vous pouvez entrer,” she called, and a shy-looking fourteen-year-old girl entered the headmistress’s office.
“What is it, Bridget dear?” she asked. The words may have been kind, but the tone was stern. If this were something trivial, the girl would pay dearly. While the new headmistress spoke, she studied the girl. Her uniform was neat, her hair was brushed, her shoes shone with care, and the black crepe mourning-band was pinned just so.
The mistress nodded approvingly. “You may speak.”
“The sheriff is at the door, Mademoiselle.” D’Arcy would have preferred to be addressed as "Lady," but the colonies were sensitive to the “affection” of nobility.
“Well, next year with a new crop of proper students, that will change,” she thought.
Little favors went a long way with these affection-starved girls, so she pushed the “croissant” toward the girl. “I’m pleased that you are tidy.”
The girl shook her head at the offered croissant and fidgeted. D’Arcy was sure, though, that Bridget would #relay news of the attempted kindness to the other girls. Gossip within the close confines of a girl’s school was one of the few pleasures they had available to them.
“I see you wish to go, but we must tarry. You're old enough to learn. Always keep a man waiting, or he will think less of you.”
The girl nodded and finally ventured to speak. “Mademoiselle, are you going to disappear too?”
“No, I plan to be here for a long time. You can rely on that.”
-
Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part I
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #Relay #MastoPromptA light knock disturbed Mademoiselle D’Arcy as she corrected school papers. Next to them was a bowl of cocoa and something the local baker dared call a croissant. Both were luxuries she could once more enjoy.
“Vous pouvez entrer,” she called, and a shy-looking fourteen-year-old girl entered the headmistress’s office.
“What is it, Bridget dear?” she asked. The words may have been kind, but the tone was stern. If this were something trivial, the girl would pay dearly. While the new headmistress spoke, she studied the girl. Her uniform was neat, her hair was brushed, her shoes shone with care, and the black crepe mourning-band was pinned just so.
The mistress nodded approvingly. “You may speak.”
“The sheriff is at the door, Mademoiselle.” D’Arcy would have preferred to be addressed as "Lady," but the colonies were sensitive to the “affection” of nobility.
“Well, next year with a new crop of proper students, that will change,” she thought.
Little favors went a long way with these affection-starved girls, so she pushed the “croissant” toward the girl. “I’m pleased that you are tidy.”
The girl shook her head at the offered croissant and fidgeted. D’Arcy was sure, though, that Bridget would #relay news of the attempted kindness to the other girls. Gossip within the close confines of a girl’s school was one of the few pleasures they had available to them.
“I see you wish to go, but we must tarry. You're old enough to learn. Always keep a man waiting, or he will think less of you.”
The girl nodded and finally ventured to speak. “Mademoiselle, are you going to disappear too?”
“No, I plan to be here for a long time. You can rely on that.”
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#SinclairBroadcastGroup #2024Elections
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Stunning Supercut Shows Sinclair Stations’ Collective Push Of Controversial WSJ Report On Biden’s Mental Fitness"Local news channels across the country used a nearly identical script to push coverage of a controversial Wall Street Journal article questioning President Joe Biden’s mental fitness."
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#Canada #Health #Economy #COVID19 #Federalism #COVID19Response #GovernmentAccountability #PolicyReview #LessonsLearned #PublicHealth #Transparency #Coordination #PandemicPreparedness #PolicyEvaluation #CrisisManagement
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Where are the reviews of government action on COVID-19?
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Where are the reviews of government action on COVID-19?
#Canada #Health #Economy #COVID19 #Federalism #COVID19Response #GovernmentAccountability #PolicyReview #LessonsLearned #PublicHealth #Transparency #Coordination #PandemicPreparedness #PolicyEvaluation #CrisisManagement
https://the-14.com/where-are-the-reviews-of-government-action-on-covid-19/