Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Under-Queen

It was the bright red underwear, pegged on a washing line among sheets and towels that brought the house to my attention. It was set back from the rest of the village, the whitewashed round tower rising above the tree line like an inland lighthouse. Smaller outbuildings dotted the larger like a mother hen with her chicks, forming a grassy courtyard of sorts with trees dotted here and there and ivy stretching questing fingers along the white bricks. I waited for an hour until a human woman came out with a basket and started pulling the sheets off the line. She was tall and young and plump and perfect but strong enough to struggle when we carried her away. The goblins would have a new brood mother at last.


liz fenwick said...

Idyllica picture then thump!!!

Leatherdykeuk said...

You know I like the punchlines :)