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fuzzyspork) wrote2011-10-28 01:59 pm
fuzzyspork) wrote2011-10-28 01:59 pm
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Myshuno! prompt: Flamingos
Prompt: Flamingos
Rating: Everyone
Note: You'll figure it out. ;)
Word Count: 695
My Card
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A man peered out from the foliage he was hidden in, crouched motionless, eyes locked on his prey. Years of tracking wildlife had honed his senses and his ability to blend into his surroundings. He used a thumb to push the brim of his hat out of the way and raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes, focusing on the exotic birds in the clearing ahead.
“Look’it those beauts,” he spoke softly to himself in a thick Australian drawl, “Crikey, these aren’t bog standard galahs we’ve got here. “
Just then he detected soft footsteps approaching from behind, but he kept his position and waited.
“Mr. O’Leery, for what earthly reason-“
“Gwen,” Olivet interrupted, speaking in his normal Simerican accent. Without looking in her direction or lowering the binoculars, “I’m your husband, not your high school teacher.”
“Olie,” Gwen corrected. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was probably standing with her fist on her hip and an amused smile on her face. Then her voice changed, “Olie! What have you done to your hat?!”
Oilvet lowered the binoculars and pulled on the hat rim guiltily. He had cleaved a dent into the top of it with the side of his hand, pinched it together at the front, and he had rolled the brim up on each side.
He sighed, “It’s supposed to be a cowboy hat.”
Gwen contemplated those words for a few seconds, “I was not aware that boy cows wore hats.”
“Gwen, please,” Olie gestured across the low plants ahead of him, “be quiet or you’ll scare them away.”
“Oh!” Gwen gasped when she looked in that direction. She had never seen such violently fuchsia-colored birds in her life!
“Shh!” Olie grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him then raised the binoculars to his eyes again, “They spook easily.”
Gwen glanced at Olivet to ask him how those amazing birds had come to be in their garden, when her eyes fell on the device he was holding up to his face, “Olie, is that my opera glass? Both of them!”
Olie looked at his “binoculars”. He had found two small silver telescopes in leather velvet-lined cases in one of Gwen’s hat boxes. He bound the two scopes together with a stocking so he could easily look through both of them at the same time.
“They were a gift for Tom and I, from our father,” Gwen continued, “They come all the way from SimVienna.”
Olivet simply looked at her, face blank, trying to formulate a reason why the fact that the little telescopes came from SimVienna had anything to do with him using them as binoculars. After a moment he finally said, “To see the flamingos,” gesturing towards the birds again.
Gwen took the opera glasses away from him with a vexed expression and, turning towards the birds, she put them to her own eyes the way he’d been using them. “Oh!” she exclaimed, and a smile spread across her face. Olie quirked a smile himself as he watched her sweet face in profile. The urge to kiss her suddenly came upon him, and he realized they had never fooled around in the hydrangeas before!
Just as he was about to voice this revelation Gwen suddenly stood up, “There is something odd. . .” And without finishing her sentence she walked out onto the open lawn and towards the flamingos.
“Gwen wait!” Olie leapt after her, catching her arm. “They might, um, be dangerous!”
Gwen gently pulled away, “Olie, I do not think those birds are alive.”
Olivet could only smack his forehead with his open palm as Gwen walked up to one of the flamingos and tapped it with her silk-clad toe. Then she kicked it hard enough to knock it over, where it lay motionless. She knelt down and delicately knocked on it with her knuckles, creating a distinctly hollow sound.
“This is not wood or ivory or any material I am familiar with.” She turned her head towards him, “Olivet, will you provide me with an explanation?”
Olie tilted his head back and spoke to the sky, “Fuzzy’s gonna kill me.”
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Prompt given by![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=87.1)
esmeiolanthe
Rating: Everyone
Note: You'll figure it out. ;)
Word Count: 695
My Card
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A man peered out from the foliage he was hidden in, crouched motionless, eyes locked on his prey. Years of tracking wildlife had honed his senses and his ability to blend into his surroundings. He used a thumb to push the brim of his hat out of the way and raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes, focusing on the exotic birds in the clearing ahead.
“Look’it those beauts,” he spoke softly to himself in a thick Australian drawl, “Crikey, these aren’t bog standard galahs we’ve got here. “
Just then he detected soft footsteps approaching from behind, but he kept his position and waited.
“Mr. O’Leery, for what earthly reason-“
“Gwen,” Olivet interrupted, speaking in his normal Simerican accent. Without looking in her direction or lowering the binoculars, “I’m your husband, not your high school teacher.”
“Olie,” Gwen corrected. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was probably standing with her fist on her hip and an amused smile on her face. Then her voice changed, “Olie! What have you done to your hat?!”
Oilvet lowered the binoculars and pulled on the hat rim guiltily. He had cleaved a dent into the top of it with the side of his hand, pinched it together at the front, and he had rolled the brim up on each side.
He sighed, “It’s supposed to be a cowboy hat.”
Gwen contemplated those words for a few seconds, “I was not aware that boy cows wore hats.”
“Gwen, please,” Olie gestured across the low plants ahead of him, “be quiet or you’ll scare them away.”
“Oh!” Gwen gasped when she looked in that direction. She had never seen such violently fuchsia-colored birds in her life!
“Shh!” Olie grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him then raised the binoculars to his eyes again, “They spook easily.”
Gwen glanced at Olivet to ask him how those amazing birds had come to be in their garden, when her eyes fell on the device he was holding up to his face, “Olie, is that my opera glass? Both of them!”
Olie looked at his “binoculars”. He had found two small silver telescopes in leather velvet-lined cases in one of Gwen’s hat boxes. He bound the two scopes together with a stocking so he could easily look through both of them at the same time.
“They were a gift for Tom and I, from our father,” Gwen continued, “They come all the way from SimVienna.”
Olivet simply looked at her, face blank, trying to formulate a reason why the fact that the little telescopes came from SimVienna had anything to do with him using them as binoculars. After a moment he finally said, “To see the flamingos,” gesturing towards the birds again.
Gwen took the opera glasses away from him with a vexed expression and, turning towards the birds, she put them to her own eyes the way he’d been using them. “Oh!” she exclaimed, and a smile spread across her face. Olie quirked a smile himself as he watched her sweet face in profile. The urge to kiss her suddenly came upon him, and he realized they had never fooled around in the hydrangeas before!
Just as he was about to voice this revelation Gwen suddenly stood up, “There is something odd. . .” And without finishing her sentence she walked out onto the open lawn and towards the flamingos.
“Gwen wait!” Olie leapt after her, catching her arm. “They might, um, be dangerous!”
Gwen gently pulled away, “Olie, I do not think those birds are alive.”
Olivet could only smack his forehead with his open palm as Gwen walked up to one of the flamingos and tapped it with her silk-clad toe. Then she kicked it hard enough to knock it over, where it lay motionless. She knelt down and delicately knocked on it with her knuckles, creating a distinctly hollow sound.
“This is not wood or ivory or any material I am familiar with.” She turned her head towards him, “Olivet, will you provide me with an explanation?”
Olie tilted his head back and spoke to the sky, “Fuzzy’s gonna kill me.”
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Prompt given by
esmeiolanthe