Sunday, November 22, 2009

No Trace of Narcissus

Lucy made a den in the old mushroom house. Harold, once the nine year old had convinced him she needed somewhere that was hers and hers alone – and not part of the manor where he could enter at any time – was content to let her use it once he'd made sure it was safe. Devious cut and glazed some windows into the semicircular roof while she was at school and fitted a proper lock on the door. Harold presented her with the key on the Saturday morning, and gave her a figure he'd spend on decoration and furnishings.

Lucy was happy there. All she really wanted was a deckchair and her music player. The echo in there was superb.

4 comments:

aims said...

Brings to mind those lovely garden houses we posted a long time ago. Remember those? Those wonderful places where we could escape to to write.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I do indeed. I still covet one!

stephanie said...

I still love this one. *sighs*

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Steph -- i think you're a sucker for Lucy stories in general :)