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FF – Accident at the Gazebo

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson. Click the frog and whatnot.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

“Um, darling?”

“Yes, my dearest?”

“I’m… I’m afraid I’ve had a small accident.”

“Accident, my pumpkin? What, pray tell?”

“Your… your… I’ve… I’ve split icing sugar on your gazebo model…”

“MY GAZEBO MODEL? Oh, why, God, why… wait, my little mince pie. It’s Christmas after all! Look, snow on the gazebo!”

“Oh, darling, yes! How pretty!”

“Yes, my precious ice cream sundae! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, my darling! I love you!”

“I love you too!”

Smooch smooch slobber etc…

Afterwards…

“Darling, is now a good time to report on the horrible ‘forest fire’ which yesterday consumed your life’s-work London recreation…?”

 

  1. December 18, 2019 at 7:03 pm

    Nice times for apologies 🙂

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    • December 19, 2019 at 7:31 am

      Their best and only chance to get away with this one 🙂

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  2. Lyn
    December 18, 2019 at 8:32 pm

    …and that was how Jack the Ripper rose from the dead 😀

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  3. December 18, 2019 at 8:43 pm

    An abrupt end to all that smooching I think.

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  4. December 18, 2019 at 8:48 pm

    Lawszy… I think I got a cavity from all the endearments!

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    • December 19, 2019 at 7:37 am

      He’s very calorific with his language 🙂

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  5. December 18, 2019 at 9:36 pm

    hehehe! I have a feeling divorce is in their future 😀

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    • December 19, 2019 at 7:42 am

      Yes, I don’t think a smouldering ruin will be as easy a sell as a Christmas wonderland scene 🙂

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  6. December 18, 2019 at 9:36 pm

    lol ;0)

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  7. December 18, 2019 at 9:38 pm

    Klutz need to go bye-bye. How irritating!

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  8. December 18, 2019 at 9:59 pm

    So, you are the mysterious author of all those books I read with great expectation that always used the …..afterwards, or ….later! Damn you sir!

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  9. December 18, 2019 at 10:29 pm

    Smoochsmoochslobber etc.

    There was just a little too much sugar. I’m wondering when the hammer’s going to fall 🙂

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    • December 19, 2019 at 7:57 am

      I fear the smoochies are over following news of the burning of London 🙂

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  10. December 19, 2019 at 4:41 am

    Just wait til all that sugar melts lol.

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  11. December 19, 2019 at 8:20 am

    A good time for sure… Look, my recreation of just after the London fire in 1666! Amazing!

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    • December 19, 2019 at 6:09 pm

      It’s perfect! Very realistic…

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  12. December 19, 2019 at 8:44 am

    There may be one more small accident. And then a lifetime of building a new gazebo model within the confines of a prison cell….

    And then that awkward smooching scene with his cellmate “Bubba” after he has a small accident with it…

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    • December 19, 2019 at 6:10 pm

      You have his life all mapped out! That Bubba’s such a clumsy clot…

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  13. December 19, 2019 at 12:24 pm

    Dear Ali,

    How sugary sweet. I think my blood sugar went up just reading it. I guess now’s as good a time as any to give him the not-so-good news…with a cherry on top.

    Shalom and a Happy Christmas,

    Rochelle

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    • December 19, 2019 at 6:13 pm

      Dear Rochelle,
      He certainly is one for the sickly endearments!
      After smoochies is usually the best time to deliver bad news 🙂
      Ali

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  14. December 19, 2019 at 6:33 pm

    Haha I was thinking they were too happy

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  15. December 19, 2019 at 6:46 pm

    I love the off-beat endearments in your story. You had me smiling!

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  16. December 19, 2019 at 11:41 pm

    everyone has limits. only time will tell when that has been reached. 🙂

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  17. December 20, 2019 at 2:09 am

    It’s all about timing and he’s pretty clever. The story was clever too, Ali! =)

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    • December 21, 2019 at 1:48 pm

      I’m glad you liked it! Everything’s all about the timing 🙂

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  18. December 20, 2019 at 9:27 am

    Would that be considered “The Lesser Fire of London”? Good one, Ali. 😀 —- Suzanne

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    • December 21, 2019 at 1:49 pm

      Haha! I’m glad you liked it 🙂

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  19. December 20, 2019 at 5:10 pm

    Made me laugh –when he called her mince pie I felt things would go horribly wrong. Wonderfully witty Ali.

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    • December 21, 2019 at 1:50 pm

      Things were definitely taking a down-turn at the point!

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  20. December 20, 2019 at 7:41 pm

    My precious ice cream sundae! So funny, lol.

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    • December 21, 2019 at 1:50 pm

      Wouldn’t you want to just smack him in the mouth? 🙂

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  21. December 21, 2019 at 10:41 am

    I could almost feel the chocolate good, I had to laugh as I waited for the burning Christmas fruit cake.

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  22. December 21, 2019 at 7:51 pm

    Oh dear, it seems the honeymoon might be over with the burning of London!

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    • December 22, 2019 at 7:16 am

      I fear so. That’s quite a big deal to our model-mad lad!

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  23. December 22, 2019 at 9:16 pm

    I NEVER trust anyone that is that sickening sweet… and now you have further rooted that belief! Enjoyed!!

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    • December 25, 2019 at 8:34 am

      You have to wonder what’s really going on their mind…

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  24. December 22, 2019 at 10:22 pm

    This tale is not for diabetics… unless they stop at “pumpkin”. 😉

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