Day 26 of 100 Pleats ………. Smooth Operator

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Day 26 of the 100 Pleat Challenge and we have a smooth style ….held in place by my favourite Hair-Fork from the wonderful range of hair accessories at http://stone-bridge.co.uk

You have seen this before, so I’m sure you remember that its the ALLEGRA CLASSIC HAIR FORK in Ginger Spice. 

This style is so sleek because the hair has been smoothed with hair-straighteners ………….. My hair is naturally wavy, wayward and rebellious …..rather like me !   Some people like to think they are smooth-operators, don’t they ?  Rather like the guy in the following, rather silly little tale ……which I re-blog for your amusement. 

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An old entry for the Countdown Word game………..  the words to be included are;

LOITER ; FOAMED ; TRANCE ; SUNNIER ; HOARDING ; MESSIER ; STOOGES ; IMPALED ; PANTIES ; GODLIEST.

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FOILED AGAIN !
Rosie walked barefoot along the beach. The surf foamed around her ankles and her toes sunk into the wet sand.  A few yards in front of her a little girl played with her dog.  Rosie watched the child wading into the sea;  the water swirling round her legs,  making her dress and panties wet  while the dog swam ahead to retrieve the bright red frisbee the child had thrown.  Sounds of the childish laughter and the barking dog floated on the soft breeze that lifted Rosie’s long dark hair and pulled at the skirt of her long,  cotton dress.

She walked on past the Summer visitors, lounging in their deck chairs.  Past the children, dipping their little nets into the rock pools.  Past the headland; away from the pretty curve of the little cove and off towards the base of the jagged cliffs that protruded out into the glimmering,  turquoise sea. She sat on a huge boulder and sighed softly.  The sun shone down so brightly, making her feel soporific ………….she was almost in a trance .

So deep in thought and worry that, at first, the sight of a poor dead seagull, impaled on a sharp jagged rock, didn’t register in her brain. Then she shook herself and gazed down at the lifeless body.

” Poor thing,”  she thought,    “It was helpless…………….  just like me”

And  indeed, Rosie was helpless !

Helpless against the power of Nigel Darnell and his money and wickedness.  How could she save her Grandma ‘s cottage;  the cottage she had lived in for the last 3 months, since her parents had died in a tragic car crash.

The whitewashed, stone-built  little house nestled in a pretty garden hgh up on the cliffs.  Rosie had come to this idyllic spot every Summer as a child.  The days were always sunnier, or so it  seemed and dear  Grandma was so warm and welcoming.   But things had changed.   Now poor Grandma was going senile and afraid to leave the house. She feared strangers ……suspected everyone ……… clung to her familiar surroundings …….. didn’t trust anyone.    The cottage was so much messier and she had begun hoarding strange things …….. newspapers; old baked-bean tins;  bits of string;  jam jar lids !

Rosie knew she had to save the cottage so that Grandma could spend the rest of her days in a place she knew. But how ?

The cottage had a new owner since old Jim, the local landowner had passed away.   Nigel Darnell now owned all the land round here and he was demanding immediate payment of the lease. Where would Rosie get £5000 ?

The evil Darnell had visited recently.  He was not the godliest of men and he had left his stooges to loiter outside while he propositioned the terrified girl.

” You’re a beauty and no mistake,”   he had leered,  licking his lips lasciviously as he scanned Rosie’s face and figure.  ” Come and work in my night-club and we’ll say no more about the money,”  he breathed.

Rosie recoiled in horror . She had seen the girls that worked in that club and had seen the  men that frequented it too . She knew it was a cover for something much more sinister.  She knew what she would be expected to do.

Darnell lifted her chin with one of his boney fingers, grinned and told her he would give her a week to think it over.  Then he would be back for either her approval or the money.  And no money meant eviction.

Sighing,  she rose from the boulder and walked further along the base of the cliff, treading carefully as pieces of rock often broke away and came crashing to the ground.  There had been a storm the day before and she could see evidence of new erosion.  Obviously some large pieces of rock had been pulled out to sea by the raging waves.

Then, out of the corner of her eye,  she noticed a small cave entrance. Rosie was sure  she had never seen this cave before. Carefully, she climbed over the rocks and cautiously entered the cavern.

Soft light filtered through and shimmered and reflected on the walls and a small pool glittered at her feet. Rosie looked down and the pool glittered even more. Bending down she carefully put her hands into the cool water and stretched her slim fingers out to reach the shining objects below.

A week later Nigel Darnell pulled up in his large,  shiny car and walked confidently up the garden path towards the cottage door.  A smiling Rosie greeted him and Nigel stared at the beautiful girl that would soon be his.  He was sure she would sacrifice herself to save her Grandma’s home.

” Come in “  Rosie said and then,  as Darnell entered ……..  already anticipating his prize …….she pointed to the dining table and the huge pile of Spanish doubloons spread in all their gleaming splendour………………………………….
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Well…….. I told you it was silly …………..

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About rosiewrites2

Growing old, disgracefully and enjoying every minute.
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2 Responses to Day 26 of 100 Pleats ………. Smooth Operator

  1. Rockleigh says:

    And I was expecting a bloody ending with a boulder!
    X

    Liked by 1 person

  2. rosiewrites2 says:

    Lol ….. That was a possibility.

    Like

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