drabbles
This week's drabbles for writing_game - all 4 of them... Once again I've played in the Gosford Park universe.
spoilers for Gosford Park!
Prompt: Unisex. 183 words.
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Bertha was outside the house, smoking her cigarette, late that evening, when George saw her, and came over, ostensibly to ask her for a match. Sitting quietly besides her, he started on the subject that was the talk of the whole house.
"So, who do you think has done it?"
Bertha shrugged. "I really can't tell. You see, if it had only been the poisoning, I would have thought it was a woman, but since he's been stabbed afterwards…"
"Because you think poisoners are women?"
"Yes, I do. But on the other hand, I guess an angry woman would stab someone as well as the next man."
"… and quite right you are, Miss," interrupted constable Dexter, creeping on them, having determined that he would learn nothing from their conversation. "Women tend to use poison, since it doesn't ask for physical force, but anger gives anyone a considerable strength, so it can't be said that murder has a gender, you see."
With a polite nod, Dexter turned his heels and left them to ponder what he has just said.
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Action: Sing. 118 words.
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The truth is that I don't mind his singing that much. Ivor is a dear boy, and his voice is quite nice to the ear. It is ridiculous to see him let this poor Mabel moon over him like that, but the girl is ridiculous whatever she does, so I can't blame him.
No, what bothers me much about his incessant singing - in addition to the fact that I go back to my room at night humming like a silly schoolgirl - is that it prevents me from hearing the conversations and gossip of my nieces in the room. I have to rely on my little Mary to tell me what happens in the house. So unsatisfactory.
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Prompt: Tear. 76 words.
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In my youth, you see, I was taught that crying in public was unbecoming to a Lady. My nieces don't seem to have received such an education. Lavinia fainted when she first saw that man's corpse, Louisa was hysteric - only dear Sylvia kept her composure. She's the more aristocratic of the lot, I've always known that. Of course, the contempt she has always felt for her husband must have been of help.
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Prompt: Wistful. 69 words.
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My poor William, if you think that I haven't noticed your little game with Louisa - the wistful looks, the innocent remarks, and the not-so-discreet sighs… Well, dear, too bad for you, you married me, and I have no intention of stepping back and let my sister insinuate herself in our lives. I have been Lady McCordle for two years now, and I have no intention of going anywhere!
spoilers for Gosford Park!
Prompt: Unisex. 183 words.
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Bertha was outside the house, smoking her cigarette, late that evening, when George saw her, and came over, ostensibly to ask her for a match. Sitting quietly besides her, he started on the subject that was the talk of the whole house.
"So, who do you think has done it?"
Bertha shrugged. "I really can't tell. You see, if it had only been the poisoning, I would have thought it was a woman, but since he's been stabbed afterwards…"
"Because you think poisoners are women?"
"Yes, I do. But on the other hand, I guess an angry woman would stab someone as well as the next man."
"… and quite right you are, Miss," interrupted constable Dexter, creeping on them, having determined that he would learn nothing from their conversation. "Women tend to use poison, since it doesn't ask for physical force, but anger gives anyone a considerable strength, so it can't be said that murder has a gender, you see."
With a polite nod, Dexter turned his heels and left them to ponder what he has just said.
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Action: Sing. 118 words.
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The truth is that I don't mind his singing that much. Ivor is a dear boy, and his voice is quite nice to the ear. It is ridiculous to see him let this poor Mabel moon over him like that, but the girl is ridiculous whatever she does, so I can't blame him.
No, what bothers me much about his incessant singing - in addition to the fact that I go back to my room at night humming like a silly schoolgirl - is that it prevents me from hearing the conversations and gossip of my nieces in the room. I have to rely on my little Mary to tell me what happens in the house. So unsatisfactory.
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Prompt: Tear. 76 words.
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In my youth, you see, I was taught that crying in public was unbecoming to a Lady. My nieces don't seem to have received such an education. Lavinia fainted when she first saw that man's corpse, Louisa was hysteric - only dear Sylvia kept her composure. She's the more aristocratic of the lot, I've always known that. Of course, the contempt she has always felt for her husband must have been of help.
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Prompt: Wistful. 69 words.
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My poor William, if you think that I haven't noticed your little game with Louisa - the wistful looks, the innocent remarks, and the not-so-discreet sighs… Well, dear, too bad for you, you married me, and I have no intention of stepping back and let my sister insinuate herself in our lives. I have been Lady McCordle for two years now, and I have no intention of going anywhere!