“How dare you? I cannot believe your temerity!” the Viceroy bellowed.
“Temerity? It is just the self-assurance that I am right,” Felix retorted.
“Right? I am the one that determines what is right. How dare you question my decision.”
“I have not only questioned it, but proven it based on a faulty premise,” Felix said confidently.
It was with that self-same confidence that he went to the headsman’s block.
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #243 – Temerity in 69 words
Christmas gathering
Extended family’s din-din
Uncle Fred’s bad jokes
At the expense of his kin
Oh, what a din
Padre
No-nonsense General Dee looked up from his papers at the spectacle of the pavonine Generalissimo Muwati’s arrival. Dee ran a calloused hand over his crew-cut before wiping it on well-worn fatigues. His counterpart stopped and clicked the heels of his knee-length patent leather boots, which caused his eleven rows of decorations to rattle beneath his silk-lined cape. Muwati removed his ostrich-plumed headdress and saluted. Dee shook his new allies’ hand and wondered what the politicians had got him into this time.
Padre
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/12/18/weekend-writing-prompt-240-pavonine/ in 81 words
Bella poised to stop the smuggles
Of untaxed goods and stuff that troubles
At her post things she did inspect
And oft found things where you wouldn’t expect
Arms secreted – in false legs
Drugs in shells – disguised as eggs
But one thing she could not shirk
Was all that constant paperwork
Which should not be a great surprise
For she was employed by Customs and Excise
Padre
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/12/11/weekend-writing-prompt-239-smuggle/ in 66 words
“What? Visitors at this hour? This will never do?” Henrietta said looking through the lace curtains at the car in her drive.
A couple of young men wearing dark suits with nametags stepped from the vehicle. The passenger reached into the car to retrieve a book and some papers.
The pair rang the bell and waited with angelic, smiling faces.
“Maybe, this will be more pleasant than I thought,” she said licking her lips and winking at her familiar.
Padre
Along the bank when tides are low
In search of treasure, they’ll go.
To see what the river carries –
Wonderous finds, which always varies:
Broken clay pipes, coins of gold –
From the river our history is told.
While mudlarks are often wet and cold.
They bring to life the things of old.
Padre
Sapphire, cobalt, azure, and sky –
Are all blue.
The ocean – new jeans – they are blue too.
This bassist of colours,
Cool and secure
Might lack the tempering fire of red
But it is just as pure
Padre
The crystal lake provided a looking-glass into the surrounding countryside. Grand mountains framed the heavens, and the green of the pine forest contrasted with the snow-capped peaks. Harold knelt to drink from the mirror waters and watched the ripples he caused dissipate and the image of a majestic eagle once again come into focus.
His own image was not so comforting, however. The broken nose, and blackened left eye were testimony to the trials of the night before.
The warrior had fought in many battles, but he was still unprepared for that barmaid’s right hook.
Padre
Empires rise and fall
Some leave great legacies
Others not much at all
The Romans brought straight roads
An alphabet and laws
While the British exported cricket
And oblong-shaped balls
The English tongue too they spread round
Though dialects many – now abound
Lift or elevator?
Barbeque or braai?
By a common tongue divided
I don’t know why
Empires now are so passe
Maybe we should just keep it that way
Padre
One employee garbed in Jane Austin’s best
Another in a vintage 1880’s cowboy vest
All titles arranged by the decade of first print
Some quite worn, while others are mint
What is it about this bookstore that defies time?
Is that why it’s named Vellichor on the sign?
Padre
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