Drabble Tree
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indeedsir_backupWhat ho, what ho, what ho! I would like to propose a drabble tree, because they are fun. Someone posts a drabble, and then anyone can come along, choose a sentence or phrase from that drabble, and create another drabble around that sentence or phrase. I have written one to start things off, but I pretty much failed on the 100 words requirement...it's 275 words. However, this is about having fun and being creative, and the more words of fic the better, I say!
Guidelines:
- The pairing doesn't have to be Bertie and Jeeves, or indeed, have any pairing at all.
- When responding to a drabble, copy and paste the sentence/phrase you're using into the subject line.
- If someone has already responded to a drabble, it doesn't mean that you can't as well!
So without further ado, here is my drabble. :)
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Picnics are, in this Wooster's opinion, one of life’s most pleasant pastimes. Unless, of course, you are expected to take a girl of Aunt Agatha's choosing on one. Luckily, said girl had not been able to make it, so I had taken Jeeves instead. He had already gone through all the trouble of preparing the food, so why not? Jeeves was perched on a little stump with his nose in a book, and I was sprawled out on the picnic blanket reading my own mystery novel.
Something tickled my ankle, and I jumped in surprise.
"I say, Jeeves!" I exclaimed.
"Sir?" He glanced up, looking slightly dazed. Spinoza will do that to a chap.
"There are ants all over your dessert!"
Jeeves looked down at his dish. "So I see, sir."
"Well, you can't eat that! Here, take mine."
"Thank you for the offer, sir, but I do not require any dessert."
"Tosh, Jeeves! Your mighty brain deserves it more than I do. Besides, I've already had one."
"Really, sir -"
"I insist!" I cried, and picked up my remaining tart in order to move it toward Jeeves's lips. When it was about an inch from his mouth, the thought occurred to me that it wasn't exactly preux to go around shoving tarts in manservants' mouths, no matter how tasty. My hand froze. Jeeves's hand came up then, and took hold of the dessert.
"Thank you, sir," he said softly, and I felt a few puffs of warm breath on my fingers. A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
Guidelines:
- The pairing doesn't have to be Bertie and Jeeves, or indeed, have any pairing at all.
- When responding to a drabble, copy and paste the sentence/phrase you're using into the subject line.
- If someone has already responded to a drabble, it doesn't mean that you can't as well!
So without further ado, here is my drabble. :)
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Picnics are, in this Wooster's opinion, one of life’s most pleasant pastimes. Unless, of course, you are expected to take a girl of Aunt Agatha's choosing on one. Luckily, said girl had not been able to make it, so I had taken Jeeves instead. He had already gone through all the trouble of preparing the food, so why not? Jeeves was perched on a little stump with his nose in a book, and I was sprawled out on the picnic blanket reading my own mystery novel.
Something tickled my ankle, and I jumped in surprise.
"I say, Jeeves!" I exclaimed.
"Sir?" He glanced up, looking slightly dazed. Spinoza will do that to a chap.
"There are ants all over your dessert!"
Jeeves looked down at his dish. "So I see, sir."
"Well, you can't eat that! Here, take mine."
"Thank you for the offer, sir, but I do not require any dessert."
"Tosh, Jeeves! Your mighty brain deserves it more than I do. Besides, I've already had one."
"Really, sir -"
"I insist!" I cried, and picked up my remaining tart in order to move it toward Jeeves's lips. When it was about an inch from his mouth, the thought occurred to me that it wasn't exactly preux to go around shoving tarts in manservants' mouths, no matter how tasty. My hand froze. Jeeves's hand came up then, and took hold of the dessert.
"Thank you, sir," he said softly, and I felt a few puffs of warm breath on my fingers. A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
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A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
Date: 2010-03-09 02:17 am (UTC)A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather. I had thought, you understand, to have a jaunty walk around the metrop., it being a lovely spring morning with the flowers blooming and the birds chirping, but the minute I’d rounded the corner and spotted Miss Alice Brooke-Finchley--the latest specimen my Aunt A had trotted out from the stables in the hopes of enticing me into the bridle--I’d halted in my tracks so abruptly that Jeeves nearly overtook me.
“Jeeves,” I whispered, a note of horror in my voice, “hide me!”
Jeeves, as I’ve said many times, is a marvel of the first order and my regular readers will not be surprised when I say that the man was already in the process of hustling me into a nearby book shop before I’d quite finished asking him to hide me.
So it was that I found myself twenty minutes later, having successfully avoided the Brook-Finchley menace, emerging from Latimer and Sons’ Book Emporium with a lighter pocketbook and minus an absolutely spiffing coral silk square. While it’d been my pleasure to make Jeeves a present of a new volume he’d been coveting, giving up the cheerful silk square had been a wrench, but in the end I’d decided it was a small price to pay to be free of the unwanted female presence. And so we were able to continue our jaunty walk in the fine May morn with a spring in the step and a twinkle in the eye.
Re: A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather
Date: 2010-03-09 05:32 am (UTC)Re: A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather
Date: 2010-03-09 06:10 am (UTC)Plus, serious icon love. :)