[Original: Drabble] "Royal Escort" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Royal Escort
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Princess Megan (Magic Attic Club, by Trisha Magraw, Janice Leotti & Rich Grote)
Word Count: 270
Rating: H
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “Do you know your address, Your Highness?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Royal Escort
There was a little girl sitting on the wide concrete steps of PS 121, and since it was a Saturday, I thought that was a little odd. She looked like a kindergartener, or maybe a first grader, wearing a slightly-dirty sparkly dress over battered blue jeans, and a lopsided plastic crown. She was sitting on the top step, small arms around her knees as she stared out onto the street.
“Hello, there,” I called, poking Howell’s elbow to make him stop walking, too.
The girl didn’t answer, and I moved to the bottom step to try again.
“Greetings, Your Highness.”
She looked up, and I could see the moment she recognized our uniforms. “I’m allowed to be here,” she said.
“Of course, Your Highness,” I said. “I’m Officer Zeke. What’s your name?”
“Megan.”
“A good name. Wouldn’t you agree, Officer Howell?”
“It means ‘mighty one’,” my partner put in, and I grinned.
“See?” I said. “Now, Princess Megan, I’m sure you have important matters of state to attend to. May Officer Howell and I offer you an escort back to your own kingdom?”
“I don’t know how to get back,” the girl admitted. “I was playing with my cousins, but they ran off and I couldn’t keep up. I tried to get home, but I got lost.”
“Well, it was very smart to stay by the school,” I told her. “Do you know your address, Your Highness?”
She did, a neighborhood a good walk from where we were standing, and I offered her my hand. “Thank you, Sir Zeke,” she said, and took it.
“This way, Your Highness,” said Howell.
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Princess Megan (Magic Attic Club, by Trisha Magraw, Janice Leotti & Rich Grote)
Word Count: 270
Rating: H
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “Do you know your address, Your Highness?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Royal Escort
There was a little girl sitting on the wide concrete steps of PS 121, and since it was a Saturday, I thought that was a little odd. She looked like a kindergartener, or maybe a first grader, wearing a slightly-dirty sparkly dress over battered blue jeans, and a lopsided plastic crown. She was sitting on the top step, small arms around her knees as she stared out onto the street.
“Hello, there,” I called, poking Howell’s elbow to make him stop walking, too.
The girl didn’t answer, and I moved to the bottom step to try again.
“Greetings, Your Highness.”
She looked up, and I could see the moment she recognized our uniforms. “I’m allowed to be here,” she said.
“Of course, Your Highness,” I said. “I’m Officer Zeke. What’s your name?”
“Megan.”
“A good name. Wouldn’t you agree, Officer Howell?”
“It means ‘mighty one’,” my partner put in, and I grinned.
“See?” I said. “Now, Princess Megan, I’m sure you have important matters of state to attend to. May Officer Howell and I offer you an escort back to your own kingdom?”
“I don’t know how to get back,” the girl admitted. “I was playing with my cousins, but they ran off and I couldn’t keep up. I tried to get home, but I got lost.”
“Well, it was very smart to stay by the school,” I told her. “Do you know your address, Your Highness?”
She did, a neighborhood a good walk from where we were standing, and I offered her my hand. “Thank you, Sir Zeke,” she said, and took it.
“This way, Your Highness,” said Howell.
THE END
Current Mood:
cold