Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Sorrow


Jasfoup found Harold on the edge of the bowling green, sheltering under a brolly as the rain lashed over the bowling green. “Why stop play?” he said. “We’re not made of paper. We won’t melt.”

“Not everyone has your skill with the bowl, old chap.” Jasfoup sat next to him on the grassy bank and spread out his wings. Harold smiled in gratitude and folded the umbrella. The demon’s wings were so much larger.

“It’s not fair,” he said. “We were winning.”

“And you’ll win next time too.” Jasfoup patted his hand. “Come on, Harold, old chap. Let’s go home.”

4 comments:

DJ Kirkby said...

Jasfoup is a demon? Obviously I am a relative newcomer to your blog but that did take me by surprise...a nice surprise actually.

Leatherdykeuk said...

He is indeed, though few people hold that against him.

aims said...

Can I borrow him for a bit - Jasfoup that is...

It's been raining here forever and is suppose to rain all week!

But then - I'm not made of sugar and I'm not going to melt...wink wink...

Leatherdykeuk said...

Jasfoup's not keen on rain, but he looks after Harold.

Love the 'not made of sugar'!