During the Month of August 2018, Each day I Wrote Two pages of fiction in my Travelers Notebook. Here are some of the extracts.
August 2nd
Swinging from the chandelles, high on Champagne on ice
A ballroom floor of black and white tiles littered with black, sliver and purple balloons and glitter and streamers the same.
While musicians play a lively beat with drums and sax, guitar and keys. The grand piano taking centre stage.
As guests as dressed up in black, purple and green, laugh and dance and jest. as glasses kiss and lovers caress. Hand in hand they move throw the crowds. For a privet corner, for a secret kiss.
A table out stretched. Nearly as long as the room, laid in purple, and red with a marvellous spread. Roosted hog, beef and quail. Roasted veg, steamed corn and jugs of ale. Rich velvet chocolate cake and fruits from across the seas.
A Champagne fountain takes centre place, glasses staged high each filled… Devine.
A jester on a ladder empties another green bottle while another hand hands hime another.
While a group gathers round waiting for a glass of Champagne from on high.
A figure dressed in black and green and mask to match. Purple ribbons hang from its stick to match the ribbons with in her hair.
Stands alone and watches the chandelles that hang above their light and reflection captured in the mirrors in the celling above.
Gold gilded frames, frame each one and cast painted sculpture hang between each one.
As she watches the guests dance and sway on the checkered ceiling refection so high.
Her broken thoughts last and slip away with the touch of a hand on hers as he leads her a way.
