Challenge # 101. Dreams. Gen. G
TITLE: What About The Furniture?
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
CHARACTERS: Donald “Ducky” Mallard, Abby Sciuto
GENRE: Gen
WORD COUNT: 408
CHALLENGE: ncisdrabble100 Challenge # 101. Dreams.
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Mrs. Mallard is still making her presence known
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: 10/30
The door bell rang at Reston House and Ducky walked slowly over to answer it.
“Abby! How good of you to come!”
“I could never pass up an invitation to tea from my favorite Duck- man.”
“I hope I am not keeping you from anything my dear,” he said as he ushered her into the parlor.
“Oh no, you’re not. The nuns are on retreat this weekend and Habitat for Humanity is pouring a basement, so I am free all day,” she said as she plopped down on the settee.
“I will be right back,” Ducky said.
Abby looked around the room and smiled. It reminded her so much of Mrs. Mallard.
“Here we go my dear,” Ducky said as he returned with a tray. “I know you are not partial to hot tea, so I made you a large iced tea with lemon and sugar. It is not quite a Caf-pow I am afraid and …”
“Oreos! Oh Ducky, my favorite black and white cookies!“ she said as she took several in her hand and settled back into the couch.
“You know Ducky this is my favorite room in your house. I love everything in here, especially this settee.”
Duck looked up suddenly, his eyes wide.
“Oh my,” he said,
“Ducky are you all right?”
“Yes, it is just, oh Abby this seems so silly, but as you know, I am selling Reston House and moving into a brownstone in Georgetown. I was worried as to what to do about the furniture. Mother came to me in a dream the other day. She told me to give you her parlor suite.”
Abby put down her cookies, jumped up and began pacing.
“Oh Ducky, I would love to take it…but I have no room in my apartment…but I can’t disappoint your Mom.. But you can’t let it go to stranger.”
“Abigail, please stop. I can keep in storage for you until you and Tim..er, until you get a house.”
Just then the clock on the mantel struck three.
Ducky stared at the clock and said once more, “Oh my.”
“Ducky, what is it?” Abby said a hint of concern in her voice.
“It is just that Mother’s clock has not chimed the hour since the day that she died.”
Abby quickly moved to Ducky and threw her arms around him. “Oh, Ducky, your mom really wants me to have the furniture. Of course I will accept them.”
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
CHARACTERS: Donald “Ducky” Mallard, Abby Sciuto
GENRE: Gen
WORD COUNT: 408
CHALLENGE: ncisdrabble100 Challenge # 101. Dreams.
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Mrs. Mallard is still making her presence known
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: 10/30
The door bell rang at Reston House and Ducky walked slowly over to answer it.
“Abby! How good of you to come!”
“I could never pass up an invitation to tea from my favorite Duck- man.”
“I hope I am not keeping you from anything my dear,” he said as he ushered her into the parlor.
“Oh no, you’re not. The nuns are on retreat this weekend and Habitat for Humanity is pouring a basement, so I am free all day,” she said as she plopped down on the settee.
“I will be right back,” Ducky said.
Abby looked around the room and smiled. It reminded her so much of Mrs. Mallard.
“Here we go my dear,” Ducky said as he returned with a tray. “I know you are not partial to hot tea, so I made you a large iced tea with lemon and sugar. It is not quite a Caf-pow I am afraid and …”
“Oreos! Oh Ducky, my favorite black and white cookies!“ she said as she took several in her hand and settled back into the couch.
“You know Ducky this is my favorite room in your house. I love everything in here, especially this settee.”
Duck looked up suddenly, his eyes wide.
“Oh my,” he said,
“Ducky are you all right?”
“Yes, it is just, oh Abby this seems so silly, but as you know, I am selling Reston House and moving into a brownstone in Georgetown. I was worried as to what to do about the furniture. Mother came to me in a dream the other day. She told me to give you her parlor suite.”
Abby put down her cookies, jumped up and began pacing.
“Oh Ducky, I would love to take it…but I have no room in my apartment…but I can’t disappoint your Mom.. But you can’t let it go to stranger.”
“Abigail, please stop. I can keep in storage for you until you and Tim..er, until you get a house.”
Just then the clock on the mantel struck three.
Ducky stared at the clock and said once more, “Oh my.”
“Ducky, what is it?” Abby said a hint of concern in her voice.
“It is just that Mother’s clock has not chimed the hour since the day that she died.”
Abby quickly moved to Ducky and threw her arms around him. “Oh, Ducky, your mom really wants me to have the furniture. Of course I will accept them.”