This week’s Creative challenge from Crimson involves an interesting set of manor gates. My first impression has led to this 150-word tale.
“Another one asked about the gates, sir. Some old lady from Canada this time.”
“Well, what can they know about history and culture? Living in igloos, running about on dogsleds half the year. EH?”
“Piddly little, I suppose. Gets tiresome, though.”
“True, but they’re paying £25 each to see the place. Our bread and butter, if you will. Stiff upper lip, Witherham. Fall is coming.”
“I’ll do my best, sir. But if I hear one more, ‘Why don’t you paint the other one?’ I may go off my nut. Say, could I perhaps trade with Franks? I’ve always wanted a crack at being the manor ghost.”
“Then you’ll hear a steady stream of ‘Who’s under that sheet?’ and ‘I don’t believe in ghosts.’ Tourists are impossible to satisfy! Franks has threatened to throttle the next skeptic. He’s doing the turret tour now; we’re getting a robot for the ghost.”