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Linda Hoyland

 

Drabbles

Beyond Compare

When Andy was an infant, the fairest sight on earth was his mother’s smile. When he was a boy, his greatest treasure was his shiny bike. As a young man, Ann's beautiful eyes.

Later, the Yorkshire Dales had seemed beautiful, but lovelier still were the dreaming spires of Oxford where he studied. In time, such wonders paled, and nothing then seemed fairer than Ripon with his loved ones' smiles welcoming him home.

Andy had seen many wonders, but this sight was the greatest of all. His infant son’s milk-smeared face was beyond doubt the greatest treasure that England held.


Apprehension

Mary flicked an imaginary speck of dust from her jacket for perhaps the tenth time. Apprehensively she rehearsed the words of the ceremony in her head. She dared not, must not make any mistakes on such an important occasion. A wedding was the greatest day of a person's life, or so it was said.

The groom appeared, anxious and pale, clad in a smart dinner suit.

The nervous, white gowned bride took her place beside him.

Mary cleared her throat and began, "It is my honour and privilege as a priest to join you, Harry, and you, Ellen, in wedlock."


Unloosed

Peter thinks that plaits look delightful on his daughter, or the neighbour's little girl, or adorning the head of a supermarket checkout girl, or even the barmaid who usually serves his pint.

With his wife, though, it is a different matter.

He yearns to run his hands through her golden tresses and feel her silky locks tickling his bare skin.

He pleads with her to loose her hair at bedtime.

Ellie frowns. “It will tangle and take too long to comb in the morning,” she says.

Peter heartily dislikes plaits. He buys pretty combs for Ellie and lives in hope.


The Mighty Pin

A loud scream emanated from the President's private apartments.

The bodyguards drew their guns and went racing to the rescue. Whatever could be wrong? Had an intruder assaulted their leader?

The President stood in the centre of his chamber, clad only in his trousers and a half-finished shirt. He was scowling fiercely.

“Do stand still, dear!” chided the First Lady, brandishing a pincushion.

“You might stick another pin in me!” growled the President.

Seeing their leader's expression, the bodyguards hastily left the room, suppressing their laughter. To think that his guards could keep his enemies away, but not his wife!


A Cat's View of the Great Outdoors

I love the sunshine, feeling it warm upon my fur and turning ginger to spun gold. The grass is soft beneath my feet. It is pleasant to be outside, enjoying my domain.

I love the cheeky robin who sits atop a tree just out of reach. I know he is teasing, but I can close my eyes and imagine climbing the tree one day.

I snooze, lost in pleasant dreams.

But what's this? Water is pouring from the sky and drenching my beautiful fur!

My slave calls, ”Come in out of the rain, Harry!”

Thankfully, I retreat within the house.