Drabble challenge for lullaby: Sweet Music
With every toy wealth and skill could provide him, W.W. Turner's favorite at the Governor's mansion was his grandfather's discarded wig.
He wore it now, curls trailing on the floor. Carrying a document festooned with ribbons and official seals, he strutted through the doorway.
Weatherby accepted the rolled parchment gravely and bowed, his most elegant leg.
"Your servant, milord," he intoned solemnly.
A muffled giggle erupted from between curtains of gray curls and the game was over; the child hurtling into his grandfather's arms. As Weatherby lifted him and their laughter mingled, it seemed to him the purest, most soothing melody he had ever heard.
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He wore it now, curls trailing on the floor. Carrying a document festooned with ribbons and official seals, he strutted through the doorway.
Weatherby accepted the rolled parchment gravely and bowed, his most elegant leg.
"Your servant, milord," he intoned solemnly.
A muffled giggle erupted from between curtains of gray curls and the game was over; the child hurtling into his grandfather's arms. As Weatherby lifted him and their laughter mingled, it seemed to him the purest, most soothing melody he had ever heard.
Feedback and constructive criticism appreciated by Felaine
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