Posts tagged with "sophie"
Thursday, 4. June 2009, 08:35:20
sophie, story, aldernak
They all looked at each other, puzzled.
"Maybe check that thing over to the left?", said Sophie. "It looks interesting."
"It's pink - that's why it looks interesting to you. And what good would looking at it do? It won't change what we see - what's he going to do? Walk closer and say that yes, it is indeed pink?"
"Well, why don't you suggest something, Bob? You've been bloody useless so far!"
Treguard ahem-ed loudly and made a cutting gesture to the camera.
"Life Force is weak, dungeoneers. And the shoggoth is not far behind you."
"I think we should try blowing the horn again, to see if a wall collapses so we can escape."
"Oh, a horn solution again, Dave - that's been your suggestion to every room since we got it. Maybe a wall will collapse, or maybe it'll frighten away the goblin, or perhaps it'll shake free a key trapped somewhere we can't reach"
Treguard noticed that the figure in the helmet had started absent-mindedly scratching himself, and signalled the producer that enough was enough.
"Make haste, dungeoneers...no, it is too late - the shoggoth arrives!"
"What's happening?" said the forgotten figure in the helmet, "I hear something large approaching"
Then the screen was suddenly covered by a large, vaguely-humanoid mass...the Life Force vanished in an instant, and just as the screen went out they heard a terrible scream.
"Ooh, nasty." said Treguard.
"Is that it? Five minutes of sodding gameplay after waiting five months?!"
"Your quest was short, dungeoneers, but eventful."
"Bollocks to that - let's have another try. I'll be in the helmet this time."
"I'm afraid it's time for you to leave, Sophie. Try entering again next season, though. Security will show you out."
They all glared at Treguard in silent fury, then sullenly walked to the exit. As they left, Sophie kicked Treguard hard in a tender area.
"Ooh, nasty." said Bob, sarcastically.
for those who missed out :Knightmare
Monday, 11. May 2009, 18:32:54
aldernak, eccentric, story, sophie
"Cheese."
Aldernak was pacing up and down the hallway, rubbing his chin and mumbling under his breath.
"Cheese, cheese, cheese."
Sophie watched him warily, wondering if he'd finally lost the last of his marbles. They'd shared a flat for nearly ten years now, and each year he got somehow more eccentric. Some of it - like sorting the fridge alphabetically - was harmless enough. But his insistence that only his 25-year-old toaster could produce edible crumpets had led to a couple of nasty fires. Needless to say, the toaster itself had emerged from them as the lone surviving appliance.
And now this...whatever it was. She couldn't imagine what was going through his mind, but doubted it was heading to some world-changing wisdom. No, the odds were much higher that he thought he was a hungry mouse, which made her yellow dress a touch unfortunate. Who knew Tom & Jerry could have such an influence on a 43-year-old man?
"I've got it! Sophie, Sophie!"
She jumped, then walked slowly towards him, frying pan clutched tight behind her back.
"I've been thinking, if we move this chest of drawers into the bathroom, and this table into our bedroom, we can get another fridge in here."
"Er...why?"
"For the guests! Remember last week when we ran out of Brie and Sue was so disappointed? We'll have a cheese fridge! Nothing but cheese, high quality cheese, any kind they might need!".
She studied his face for a moment to see if he was serious, then improved the view with a well-aimed frying pan.
When he woke up in hospital two hours later, the first thing he saw was a toaster plugged in to the wall nearby...
Friday, 19. September 2008, 08:09:31
aldernak, story, sophie
Madness, that's what it was. Craziness, insanity, lunacy - all good words too.
Sadly he only had an 'i' instead of an 'a', and he was pretty sure Sophie would challenge 'midness'. Actually, since he challenged 'ai' earlier she'd been doing the same to him almost every round. Darn three-toed sloth.
Come on now, think! These were good-looking letters - a seven-letter word must be possible. Maybe with something on the board...
She was glaring at him again. Was he taking too long? Or was his foolish challenge earlier still rankling? It couldn't be because he was winning, because she had a 70 point lead.
Suddenly she reached over and rapped him painfully on the head with her knuckles.
"Hello? Anyone in there, Aldernak?"
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"Just checking you were still alive. Most people move occasionally."
"I'm thinking, ok?"
"Silly me for not recognising the signs."
He ignored her and tried to focus on his letters. Come on, there must be something...desi-, mes-, mis-, dis-, wait...dim, dimness? Yes, at last! Now, where to put it? Pluralise an existing word, or try something clever? His brow furrowed - far less options than he'd expected. Eventually, he settled on DIMNESS and AS, not quite the points fiesta he'd hoped for but at least he got a double-word score too. Let's see...10 (plus 2 more as an S was tripled) * 2 plus 2, plus 50. He plonked the letters down.
"76 points! And the lead too, i believe."
He grinned broadly at her, but she shook her head and said nothing. Then a grin spread across her face, and she started placing letters.
"S...Ass? S...Q...U...E...E...Z...E. Oh, bugger."
Aldernak looked ruefully at the board. A triple-word score, with a Q plus the Z on the double-letter square. 152 points, plus she'd got 9 from ASS.
"That wasn't nice."
She blew a raspberry at him.
"Your letter points, please. Game over."
"Er...14."
Needless to say, she'd won comfortably. Still, his last set of letters were remarkably apt.
FUKITOL.
Sunday, 30. March 2008, 23:48:25
sophie, story, aldernak
"Ready! Aim! Fire!"
The shots rang out, and Aldernak slumped against the post. A few feet away from him, Sophie gritted her teeth and awaited her turn.
Then, as the rifles took aim, a voice yelled.
"Cut! CUT!!!"
The director stomped angrily onto the set for the umpteenth time.
"That was all wrong! What the hell's the matter with you people today?! Tom, why is Aldernak still breathing after he's been shot? I can see your chest going up and down, up and down. And Cate - brush your teeth! I can see something small and green stuck to them, and I don't want Sophie's dying speech marred by an errant speck of spinach."
He turned towards the firing squad.
"As for you lot – you useless maggots! Only two of you even pulled the damn trigger! And don't think I didn't notice that one of you said 'Bang!'. Where on earth did we get you people? No, don't answer that - I'm not sure I actually want to know. Incidentally, it's conventional to aim AT the target, not somewhere about six feet above its head. Now...pay attention."
He gestured furiously at Tom to get out of the way, and took his place in front of the post.
"Ok, let's run through how this works. First, the words. At 'Ready', the rifles should be held vertically. At 'Aim', they will point at me in one smooth motion. At 'Fire', you pull the triggers, at which point I will pretend to be dead. The eagle-eyed among you will notice that this does not include conspicuous chest movement. The less aware of you, like our dear friend Tom, had better learn fast."
"Er, the gu-"
"I don't remember asking you to speak. Get ready."
"Bu-"
"One more word and you'll be cleaning out Tom's bathtub. Ok?"
A terrified nod.
"Good. Everyone, take your places. And....go!"
"Ready!"
"Aim!"
"Much better!" said the director.
"Fire!"
Five bullets thudded into the director. He looked stunned for a moment, then gently collapsed on the ground. They all gathered around him.
"Well, you did try and warn him. It's not your fault he hadn't read the script properly. Or the notes on the props."
"Live ammo on a set. No wonder you were hyperventilating after every take, Tom."
"Ah yes, that reminds me...hand me one of those rifles."
"Here you go. Er...where are you going?"
"I'm just curious about how carefully my agent read the script. I'm thinking of re-enacting a scene..."
Thursday, 14. February 2008, 23:35:00
story, aldernak, sophie
Foedus cautiously took a mouthful of the steak, chewed it thoughtfully and swallowed.
"This is excellent, Master."
"Take a piece from the middle."
"As you command, Mistress."
A moment later another mouthful was his, devoured eagerly. A short distance away sat the Aldernaks, studying him intently and looking for any sign of ill-health.
He grinned happily at them and took a mouthful of wine.
"Absolutely delicious steak. And the wine - superb!"
"Enough!"
Mr Aldernak snapped his fingers, and a minute later he and his wife were devouring their own steaks. Suddenly, Sophie stopped eating and sat up straight. There was a brief little gulping noise, then a deafening belch escaped from her mouth and terrorised the other diners. They stared at her, surprised.
She turned slightly pink for a moment, then gathered her composure.
Then she turned in her seat and stared pointedly at Foedus.
"You!"
"Er...Mistress?"
"Hand over the antidote, now!"
"Antidote, Mistress? But 'twas only a burp!"
Mr Aldernak stood up.
"Are you suggesting that my dear lady wife would lower herself so?"
"Er..."
At this point Mr Aldernak himself let out a powerful burp.
"Egads! You've poisoned both of us! Grab him!"
"B-but..!"
Two of the guests grabbed his arms, and pushed him face-first against the wall. Mr Aldernak walked closer, and frisked him thoroughly.
"Ok, where is it? Where's the damn antidote?!"
"There's no poison, Master!"
"I don't believe you. You have precisely five seconds to confess before I slit your throat."
"But..!"
"One."
"There's no poison!"
"Two."
"Please, Master, I'm begging you!"
"Three."
"Oh, please, no!"
"Four."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll tell! It's in the wine I drank! The wine!"
"Wise choice."
Mr Aldernak handed the wine glass to his wife.
"After you, my dear."
"Thank you, Robert."
She drank half the glass, then handed it to him.
"Ah, much better! I can feel the poison fading already. Servants! Dispose of this steak at once!"
Sophie turned to the two men that were holding Foedus.
"Throw him out of the window - he'll have plenty of time to repent on the way down."
"What?! No!!!"
He struggled desperately against his captors, but to no avail. A minute later, a dwindling scream marked his departure.
As the Aldernaks and their guests resumed eating their first course, the kitchen staff quietly but quickly made their exit. When Mr Aldernak burst into the kitchen twenty minutes later in a rage, all he found was a large pot of rapidly-cooling baked beans.
The first story for a while - it could do with a bit more work but I need to post something
Wednesday, 16. January 2008, 00:45:26
aldernak, story, sophie, sideways
It was a good day to die.
A few metres away lay the body of Sideways Sam, shot neatly through the heart by Aldernak's bullet. Sadly he'd got his own shot off first, which was why Aldernak was now lying on the ground himself.
He lay in the dust, squinted up at the blazing sun, and waited for death to claim him. Gradually the pain was replaced by numbness, and he closed his eyes to the world.
Suddenly, there was a short sharp pain in his shoulder.
"Get up, you idiot! You're lying on a rock."
Sophie. Why couldn't she let him die in peace? Wait...what was she doing?
A finger pulled one of his eyelids open, and he tried to turn his head away from the sudden light.
"Get off! Let me die in peace, you harpy!"
"Look at this first, dumbass."
She waved his canteen in front of him. There seemed to be a bullet wedged in the centre.
He suddenly felt rather sheepish.
"Ah."
"Now get up! We've got to be in Kansas City by tonight."
"Yes, Sophie."
"And pick up my bags at once! I won't have them lying around like that!"
"Yes, Sophie."
She flounced off towards the stagecoach.
He sighed wearily. Damn canteen...
Tuesday, 20. November 2007, 11:13:11
story, sophie
"Now, are you sure you know what you’re doing?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Yes! We’ve been through this a dozen times already!"
There was no doubt about it, she was getting exasperated. Fortunately he couldn't see the way she kept clenching the handle of the knife every time he opened his mouth. He'd better leave soon, though.
"This is an important occasion, and you've been given an important job. I have to be certain that everything is going to go right."
"I am here to make sandwiches. Extremely expensive ones, but still just sandwiches."
"I'm just a little concerned that there's too much work for one person."
"It's only fifty people. Unless I'm supposed to hover near all of them picking up crumbs, one is enough."
"Well, if you're sure..."
"I've done this before, with many more people too."
"These are important people, Sophie, not your usual riffraff. If it wasn't for the accident with the normal caterers, you wouldn't be here."
She fought successfully to suppress a grin. Yes...an 'accident'. Just like the other 'accidents' that had befallen the other caterers. She could still taste the fat little pastry chef.
Wait...was he still talking?
"...and finally, no less than five foreign diplomats. So don't mess up!"
"Are you done?"
"Er...yes."
"Can I get back to the sandwiches now? You've got your own job to do."
"Hmmmph."
He picked up the first tray of Ferrero Rocher, turned on his heel, and walked out. She was alone at last.
Well, sort of - there was still the security camera. But what could be more innocuous than making a sandwich? She got to work.
-----
Sophie stood at the entrance to the ballroom and smiled. These were the last of them – all the others, the security guards, the butler and the other staff were already dead or tied up. But in here everyone was already unconscious, stunned by the slow-acting drug she'd added to every single bit of food. A whole room full of powerless people, all shapes, sizes and races. Now, what to try first? Perhaps a Chinese, maybe an Indian? Or something English, raised on only the finest foods? She only had four hours until the drug started wearing off, but that should be plenty.
This was going to be good.
Saturday, 13. October 2007, 22:47:52
story, sophie, aldernak
"Are you religious? Good, because I'm the answer to your prayers" said Aldernak.
Sophie raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, then stared at him contemptuously.
"Didn't like that one, eh? Hang on...". He flicked through a book hurriedly. "Ah, here we go". He cleared his throat.
"Do you have a map? I just get lost in your eyes."
The eyes glared back at him.
"How long are you going to do this?" said Sophie.
"Until it works. You see this..." he waved a book at her "...it says the lines are guaranteed. Guaranteed! I just need to find the perfect one...ah!"
"You know what I like about you? My arms".
"Dammit, Aldernak, stop this!"
He skimmed through a few more pages. "Maybe I'm being too subtle. How about this?"
"Anything drugs can do, I can do with my tongue".
"Let me go, you idiot!".
"That's a nice shirt. Can I talk you out of it?"
"Aaarrrgggghhh!"
"With one touch, I could make you make sounds that only a dog could hear".
"Screw you!".
"Hey, are we getting somewhere?"
Sophie struggled once again to free herself from the chair. Was it her imagination, or was one of the ropes starting to loosen?
"When I get free, Aldernak, I'm going to shove that book right up your backside!"
"I'm sure I'll find the right line soon and everything will be fine. Ahem".
"Wanna go halves on a b...no, that one's a bit too much. Er..."
*flick, flick, flick*
"Hi, I make more money than you can spend".
"Aldernak, you don't have any money".
"Hmm...sadly true. Maybe I should try several lines in rapid succession...".
He turned away to scribble in a notepad. "Now, let's see, do I start with the innocent ones or the dirty ones..."
After a desperate but determined wriggle, Sophie finally freed her right arm. She looked anxiously over to where Aldernak was, saw that he was engrossed in his scribbling, and carefully undid the rest of her bonds.
She stood up, massaged the feeling back into her limbs, picked up the chair and then walked over to stand behind Aldernak.
"Okay, I'm just about ready here, you won't be able to resist this lot!"
He started to turn.
"What the-?"
CRASH!
She looked down on his unconscious body.
"Idiot".
Then she got the little book, and shoved it...
Monday, 2. July 2007, 22:28:01
story, sophie
The elderly couple sat on the park bench, eating their sandwiches and throwing crusts at the pigeons.
"You know something, Betsy," began Donald, "this is the best sandwich I've had in years. It's not particularly nice, but it tastes different, and that ain't so common when you get to our age".
"I know just what you mean, dear. And yet, doesn't it taste somehow familiar?" said Betsy, catching a pigeon in the eye with her last throw.
"Not to me...but I'd like to know what it is. 'Meat paste' sandwich is a little vague".
"Ok, hold on while I finish mine".
A few minutes and two more dazed pigeons later, they began their slow amble along the path towards the sandwich van.
It looked like any other sandwich van - slightly grimy-looking, with a blackboard for the menu and the look of being ready to drive off at the first sign of danger. The sign on the top said 'Sophie's Sarnies'.
They approached the van, and waited patiently for the owner to finish with a customer. Then they pounced.
"Er, miss, we bought one of your sandwiches before..." began Donald.
"...and we were wondering, well, what's in it?" continued Betsy.
"Yes, what's in the meat paste? It's very unusual..." - Donald again.
"...we were thinking maybe kangaroo or dog..." - Betsy again.
"...or even squirrel? Please, tell us!" - Donald yet again.
Sophie finally managed to find a gap in the conversation and squeeze in.
"Listen, do you really want to know? It's not your usual kind of meat".
Donald and Betsy looked at each other.
"Yes!" they said in unison.
"We don't really care what animal it is, or how or where you got it, but we're curious nevertheless" explained Donald.
Sophie quickly checked to see if anyone else was around.
"Ok then. It's human meat".
Their eyes went wide.
"Specifically, lawyer".
They relaxed.
"Oh, that explains the bitter aftertaste!" said Betsy.
"Yes, and the slightly slimy texture" added Donald, "I don't suppose you have journalist or politician?".
"Not yet, I'm afraid. Come back in a couple of weeks and I should be able to sort you out"
"Will do. Well, see you"
They walked off. Sophie watched them for a moment, then looked at the blackboard menu. Then she shook her head. "No, that's a bit much, even for me..."
Sunday, 1. July 2007, 23:20:52
aldernak, story, sophie
Their mother looked down at them sternly. "Now kids, I'm going to let you explore for a little while so I can go and have a coffee. Robert, stay with your sister. Sophie, you keep an eye on your little brother this time".
"But mom!" they cried out in unison.
"It's no good complaining - you are to stay together. I don't want a repeat of what happened at Disneyworld. Now then, here's a few quid to get a couple of souvenirs with, and your ride tickets. DON'T lose them". She studied them intently a moment longer, then turned and walked into the nearby coffee shop.
Sophie faced her brother. "Come on, Aldy. Let's go try and win a stuffed toy or something". She grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowds to where the games were. As he stood wide-eyed, looking at the strange stalls which surrounded them, Sophie identified her target.
"There it is. See the big man with the beard? Most of his prizes are cheap-looking toys, but his top prize claims to be a gold bracelet. I want that bracelet, Aldy, and you are going to get it for me".
Aldy looked up at her suspiciously. "But...how, Sophie? I'm too little to play the game".
"True, but I'm not. And you are just about little enough to fit through the gap behind the stall while I distract the owner. So here's how it works. I am going to have a go at this game ad try to win the prize for real. If I don't, I am going to loudly accuse him of running a rigged game. When he starts arguing with me, you sneak through the gap, grab the bracelet while his attention's on me, and sneak back out. Then head to the arcade machines near the entrance. I'll meet you there after I storm off in a huff".
As he snuck off behind the stall, Sophie approached the owner and paid for a go. She picked up the airgun, took careful aim and fired.
"DING!". A duck fell. Ok, next shot.
"DING!". Another duck gone.
"DING! DING!". Two more ducks fell. She had one shot to go, and one more duck would win the prize.
She lined it up carefully and began to squeeze the trigger. Just as she released it, she felt the gentlest tug to the left and her shot flew past the duck and buried itself in the wood at the back.
"What the-?"
The stall owner spoke up. "So sorry, but you don't win the big prize. Good shooting though - here". He handed her a rather pathetic-looking stuffed panda.
"But...the gun moved! You moved it somehow!"
He pulled the gun away as she reached for it to examine it further. "Rubbish. You simply moved at the wrong moment. Completely normal."
"Look, I felt the damn thing move as if it was pulled...towards you, as a matter of fact". In the corner of her eye she could see her brother quietly pocketing the bracelet. She fought the urge for her eyes to flicker in that direction.
"That is an outrageous slur!". A small crowd was gathering. Fortunately her brother had disappeared from view.
"Look, I know what I felt. Let these other mugs waste their money on your rigged game - I'm taking my money elsewhere!". She stalked off, feeling everyone's eyes on her. She could hear the owner continuing his protestations of innocence to the gathered potential punters. It wasn't going to help his business much, but he had tried to rip her off.
A few minutes later she was at the arcade playing on the pinball machines, the bracelet hidden in a back pocket. Her brother was playing some WWII shoot-'em-up with lots of exploding planes and stuffing his face with candy floss. Suddenly there was a voice behind them.
"There you are! I might have known you'd end up here". It was their mum.
"Hi mom!" they chorused.
She looked at them suspiciously. "Everything...normal? No fairground mascots sent to therapy this time? No stuffed toys stuck in rollercoasters?"
Sophie spoke. "Mom, we just played a couple of the games. And I won a panda - see?" She presented the panda for inspection.
Their mother visibly relaxed. "That's nice, dear. Anyay, the fairground's closing soon and we want to beat the rush. Time to go, kids".
On the way out they passed two policemen in a heated argument with the stall owner, who seemed reluctant to accept their friendly offer of handcuffs and a ride and was attempting to forcefully get across his point of view...
I don't know what I think about this one...
Monday, 25. June 2007, 17:50:52
aldernak, story, sophie
"Go on then, get it over with!" said Sophie bitterly.
Aldernak studied her warily. Even now, when it seemed there was no possible way out for her, he refused to relax. This woman was slippery beyond all belief, and until she was defeated he would have no rest. They'd fought for hours, back and forth over the same terrain, neither ever managing to gain the upper hand. Until now. Her reserves were gone, only a miracle could save her, but he held back the final blow for a moment, studying everything again to make sure it was as it seemed. At last he was satisfied. Time to end her resistance for good.
He picked up the dice, threw two sixes and it was all over, her feeble five not enough to save her.
Sophie stood up. "Finally!" she said, and flounced off. Aldernak packed up the Risk board, drank another shot of vodka, and fell asleep contentedly on the couch.
While he slept, Sophie gave his shirts the red sock treatment...
Monday, 25. June 2007, 00:05:23
sophie, story, aldernak
"One, two, three, push!"
The stone slab slowly moved, finally toppling off the sarcophagus and raising an immense cloud of dust. They covered their mouths with their handkerchiefs and waited until they could see again.
Then they peered anxiously in. Something small and golden peered back at them from its position on a mummified face.
Sophie spoke : "At last! After all these years of searching we-"
Aldernak cut in : "Let's just grab it and go. If anyone catches us tonight we won't see sunrise"
He reached forward and pulled at the golden mask. "Hm...seems to be stuck. Hold the torch nearer".
She held the torch over the coffin as he tried to prise free the mask. "Look, it's not budging. Use my knife - we'll take the whole head for now"
He grimaced, but did as she suggested. When the head was finally free he lifted it high triumphantly. "The Mask of Amon-Ra! Lost for thousands of....".
His voice trailed off as he saw the small button rising through the sarcophagus where the head had been. Then it stopped, and suddenly the room was filled with an almighty rumble.
"Ok, Aldernak, quit preening and let's get the hell out of here!"
They ran from the chamber as the walls began to shake and thousands of years of dust began to shower down. Frantically they raced along the sloping corridors, ever-conscious of the sounds of collapsing stone coming from behind and getting nearer. Finally, the flickering torchlight revealed the small hole through which they'd gained entrance. Sophie reached it first and hurled herself through it onto the sand outside. Then Aldernak reached it and leapt just as the ground beneath him gave way. He landed heavily, half in and half out, and at that moment the corridor behind him collapsed completely, covering his legs and lower torso with sand and masonry.
Sophie crawled towards him. A trickle of blood came from his mouth, and he was breathing with difficulty. Her eyes went to the severed head he still held in his right hand.
"Well, I guess you won't be needing this after all. We've had a good run, but I don't see you getting out of this one".
He looked up at her with glazed, pain-filled eyes. "I guess not, Soph. Don't leave me like this...end it, please".
Sophie spat at him. "Kill you? I don't think so. I need it to look like there was nobody else involved. So I'm going to leave you here. I figure you'll be dead before long, anyway, so don't fret".
She took the head from him and stood up. "Goodbye, Aldernak. Maybe we'll meet in another life. In this one, I'm going to be rich".
She walked away.
Aldernak reached out a hand as she left, and mumbled "Sophie..."
But she was gone, leaving him with only pain and memories and a short time to enjoy both...
Tuesday, 19. June 2007, 22:53:34
story, aldernak, sophie
The storm raged overhead as they faced each other in the dark alleyway, daggers drawn. In the pouring rain the two figures were almost indistinguishable, but it was apparent that one had been hunting the other.
"It's time to end your stay on this planet, Aldernak" said one rain-soaked figure. "You should have returned what was mine".
Aldernak grinned. "Yours, Sophie? I think not - I won the bet".
She spat at him. "With crooked dice!".
"They were your crooked dice!".
This time Sophie grinned back at him, showing a couple of unusually pointy teeth. "True...but I want it back all the same".
"Well then, I guess we have a problem".
They stood there a moment longer, sizing each other up for the last time. Then one leapt towards the other and they fought. Their daggers clashed again and again as they grappled, each seeking an opportunity for the killer blow.
One more time they struggled, both pushing and pulling at each other to try and keep the enemy blade away but the enemy in range. Suddenly one of them slipped on the wet ground and the other struck, piercing through the sodden clothing to the heart in a trice. The figure fell to the ground, dead. The victor looked down at the body for a moment, as if to be certain they weren't getting up, then reached down to pick up something that had been dislodged in the fight. It was...a wedding ring. Once again the figure turned to look at the body.
"We always did fight too much..."
Then it turned and walked slowly away as the rain continued to fall.
Saturday, 26. May 2007, 22:39:04
story, sophie
It all started like any other day at the office. Sophie greeted the security guard, walked up the two flights of stairs, said hi to the battleaxe on reception, walked through the double doors and began the long walk down the corridor towards her little office. As usual, she had to fend off the attentions of the obnoxious Mr Aldernak halfway down. Today a 'careless' heel was enough, which usually meant she was in for a good day.
It was when she was about 10 feet from the door that she realised something was amiss. Perhaps it was the large box plonked next to it, or maybe the pile of post dropped carelessly outside again. Or more likely, it was that the door was off its hinges and that someone was singing what sounded like the Marseillaise underwater.
Sophie peered cautiously into her room. A large man dressed in a pinstriped suit was busily brushing his teeth and singing to himself. As she watched he carefully leaned towards her open window and spat out the toothpaste, causing several passersby to look up nervously for pigeons. Then he turned around and caught her staring at him.
"Ah. Didn't realise anyone was there. Er, I wouldn't look in the wastebasket if I were you"
Sophie remained silent, studying him.
"Look, I'm here to meet Mr Aldernak, but I needed to freshen up first. This office looked suitably out of the way. This is what happens when you have codes on the bathroom doors"
Sophie spoke : "Does anyone know you're here yet?"
"No...I didn't want to announce myself until I'd finished dressin....er...brushing my teeth"
Sophie's eyes went to the pair of boxers resting carelessly on her computer keyboard.
"I see..."
"Anyway, I can see you need to work, so I'll just be leaving..."
Her eyes glittered and she grinned. "No, I don't think so..."
Her mouth parted momentarily and something darted out, striking the man on the forehead.
"Wha..?"
He stood there, unable to move as the paralysis took hold.
"You know, I missed breakfast this morning..."
His eyes grew wide.
"And you were rather rude..."
The eyes were darting everywhere now.
"I shouldn't really, but I never can stick to my diet..."
She turned and carefully put the door back on its hinges, adding the 'Conference Call In Progress - Do Not Disturb' sign as she did so. Then she reached past him, closed the window and drew the blinds.
"If only I had some ketchup. Oh, well..."
Her mouth opened wide.
I thought it was time Sophie got her own story...
Friday, 13. April 2007, 08:20:23
story, aldernak, sophie
Aldernak looked down guiltily at the body.
"Damn fool, why did he leap out like that?"
Sophie muttered something. "...control"
"What, mind-control? You think someone hypnotised him into attacking me?"
"I said self-control! He tripped on the pavement, you idiot."
"Ah. Er, oops?"
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