A BOOK AT BEDTIME
The wind became gustier and the light on the porch flickered in the storm and began to joust and compete with the single candle flame in the bedroom, in a contest of ‘who can last longest’.
I pulled the plaid blanket around my pale shoulders and toyed, fretfully with the unwoven edges, twisting the threads round my fingers. I was so tired but I knew I would never be able to sleep while the wind and rain lashed so loudly against my window. It was like …… like…… I tried to think of a simile, but nothing came to mind and so I fannied about, plumping my pillows and began again to read my book.
I was so engrossed in the story that I didn’t hear the footsteps, the sound of someone entering the house and climbing the stairs ……………..
The pirate strode into the room and pulled me from my bed, ripping off my robe he saluted me in mock respect and flung me over his shoulder; the soft skin of my thighs rubbing against the roughness of his clothes.
I tried to protest,flapping my little wrists ineffectually and screaming rather weakly …………….. I was afraid his mood would become uglier if I made too much fuss, I was only tiny against his huge, muscular, bulky frame.
His ship was moored at the jetty and he boarded,went to his cabin and flung me onto his bunk, then began to unbutton his jacket, staring at me with dark, hooded eyes that told me exactly what was going to happen next ……………………………………..
Next morning the sunlight shone through the window and onto the empty bed in the little sea-side cottage. A plaid blanket lay on the floor and alongside it, amid muddy footprints and a discarded robe lay a copy of a book “Blackbeard and other Pirate Tales” ………………
The above is one of my entries for Miblo’s word game.
The words to be included this week are ;
Uglier, fannied, pirate, saluted, porch, simile, gustier, unwoven, joust, flame, plaid.