In the last post: Bert's fiance, Olive, only had eyes for Dick Charmer, so Bert slouched away...
Dear friends, if you like a good chuckle, dim-witted heroes, and larger-than-life villains, then you'll love this fascinating series. On Tuesdays and Saturdays, I’m blogging nibble-sized chunks of new ‘Life in the Clouds’ stories. You can check in regularly and read them free, or wait to buy the entire story when published.Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 06At five-o'clock in the afternoon, Dick Charmer climbed down from the terrace house roof. This is a strange place, he thought. Almost like stepping a hundred years into the past. They banned most motorised vehicles, and if you wanted to get about, you either walked or used a horse.
In ages past, it had been part of the Cloud Estate, a hamlet for the mansion’s servants and farm workers. These days The Stables was a private community for the privileged, especially pampered girls who owned their own horse or came for a riding holiday.
Humping heavy slate tiles and buckets of tar and cement in the blazing sun had left him exhausted. His stomach craved food and he needed a refreshing shower and doze. While renovating the roof, The Stables’s owners had let him occupy the end terrace house, a three-up three-down affair, simple but adequate. He passed through the dwelling and into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge, and wandered out into the generous garden.
The house cast a blessed shade, but the air still hung on him like a heavy quilt. He glanced across the fence and saw Olive stretched out on a sunbed. She wore a pair of large black sunglasses and a yellow polka-dot bikini that was at least two sizes too small.
“Hello,” she called and raised a champagne glass, complete with a cherry on a stick. "Care to join me?"
To be continued…
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Like to know more about Alf, Bert and the rest of the gang? You can read their chaotic history in What on Earth.
In ages past, it had been part of the Cloud Estate, a hamlet for the mansion’s servants and farm workers. These days The Stables was a private community for the privileged, especially pampered girls who owned their own horse or came for a riding holiday.
Humping heavy slate tiles and buckets of tar and cement in the blazing sun had left him exhausted. His stomach craved food and he needed a refreshing shower and doze. While renovating the roof, The Stables’s owners had let him occupy the end terrace house, a three-up three-down affair, simple but adequate. He passed through the dwelling and into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge, and wandered out into the generous garden.
The house cast a blessed shade, but the air still hung on him like a heavy quilt. He glanced across the fence and saw Olive stretched out on a sunbed. She wore a pair of large black sunglasses and a yellow polka-dot bikini that was at least two sizes too small.
“Hello,” she called and raised a champagne glass, complete with a cherry on a stick. "Care to join me?"
To be continued…
Image by PublicDomainPictures from PixabayThe real world:Rather than miss an instalment, it’s easy to follow my blog on
bloglovin
’. They’ll give you a friendly nudge as I release new parts.
Like to know more about Alf, Bert and the rest of the gang? You can read their chaotic history in What on Earth.
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