Line after line is vivid, memorable, and endearing. This one has me laughing out loud: The tall Slave has lost something which he deems essential for their break away, without which, from his plaintive tones, the entire holiday will be ruined. Eventually, I’m noticed in the suitcase and plucked up like a plush toy. I issue my own plaintive noise and...
The ghost next door - there's another story, there! Thanks for these vignettes, Guy (or do I thank the feline Muse?). I'm hooked! More please
I'm working on it! ;-) Thanks for your kind words. I will pass them on to the feline muse. But he has scarpered because of... well: hoover. He's more than happy to fight ghosts, but when it comes to hoover, he's cowering under the bed.