Thursday, June 15, 2017

after the war

by major stafford sternwall

although it had become acceptable since the war to walk around without any pants on, jeffrey always felt more comfortable wearing pants, especially when the musgraves came to visit.

he thought there might be some pants belonging to grandfather’s old suits hanging in the closet of the back room on the fifth floor, so he made his way, with as sprightly as gait as he could manage, up the back staircases.

there were, of course. no candles on any of the walls, and no servants to light them, even if there had been.

jeffrey reached the fifth floor and began walking down the dark hallway.

how peaceful it was ! there was no sound, except for the barely perceptible ones of the huge spiders spinning their white and grey webs…

but there was nothing for it, the musgraves had to be “entertained”, so with a sigh jeffrey continued on his way to the back room.

but when he reached it and opened the closet door, he heard a voice, an all too familiar voice behind him…

the giant snail!

and of course it would be peevish, and want to talk interminably about the old days, before the war…

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